Trapped

I am still a young man in my twenties, living in this body very old;
I have so many stories yet to play out, that never will be told!
My mind still has the sharpness, of a very pointed tack;
But the ability to respond to its impulses, is all I really lack!
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Whoever coined the old phrase, “youth is wasted on the young”;
Was spot on with their assessment, truer words were never sung!
For although I’ve retained my youthfulness, I’m imprisoned in aged ruins:
I would love to watch more sunsets, but I’ve seen too many moons!
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The frustration is unbearable, where did time so quickly go?
Seems like yesterday I was a school kid, not a thought how old I’d grow!
But today, there is no escaping, I’m “Trapped” forever within myself;
A young man in this ancient armor, so soon to end up on a shelf!
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                             This young man trapped
                                In his body very old
                                Wise but powerless