Only two hearts to impress,
Two versions of self, past and future's dress.

The 8-year-old you, wild and free,
Eyes shining bright, full of glee.
Dreams unfolding like a canvas wide,
Believe in yourself, let curiosity glide.

The 80-year-old you, wise and gray,
Reflecting on life's journey, day by day.
Experience etched on every line,
A legacy lived, a story divine.

No need to please the crowd's loud voice,
Or seek approval from a single choice.
Not parents, partner, children, or peers,
Nor critics, nation, or worldly fears.

Just two hearts to impress, your own,
Childhood wonder and wisdom grown.