Their paths met at a crossroads, the old man and the boy.
First they stood a while and stared, then spoke of their ideals.
I want to live forever, said the man with snowy hair.
I want to die in youth, said the child with shining eyes.
A third approached the crossroads, a man of middle age,
In time to overhear the two, and reflect on what was said.
I want to do the best I can, and death can take me when its time,
But the old man and the boy just laughed, and continued on their ways.
The old man sought eternal life, but found no cure for the gray.
The boy chased cars and women, but found more w