Reminiscing nostalgically,

I ask. Have you pursued life ecstatically?

Have you chased it fully with determined tenacity?

Have you gained your life's well-spent validity?

Or, tragically and drastically

Have you succumbed to someone else's gravity?

Given in passively to their selfish vanity.

Their unending capacity for indulgent banality.

There’s always an unenviable possibility

That, without hope, you’ll lose credibility

Worthwhile only for your quiet flexibility

As well as a capacity for malleability

Ultimately, there is one inevitability,

To our mobility and life’s fragility

That dream of attainability

Is now marked by stone, the end of mortality

Don’t treat life with a contemptibility

Understand we owe ourselves responsibility

It’s your life. Be the best you can single-handedly.

Whatever you do, don’t reminisce regrettably