The Fountain

Return to the Fountain of Youth once again,
Make your old body look as if it were ten,
Around and around the fountain you go,
Until liver-spot skin becomes white as snow.

The old man won't admit, but he's afraid of death,
Millenia pass, and his soul can't rest,
Appearing young on the outside, but look within,
An elderly spirit, will withered and thin.
His organs are alive, healthy as ever,
But his mind can't endure such draining endeavors,
His brain shrivels up, overloaded with thought,
He's lived through too much, now his body must rot.