will, will and will

Will power.....
When one is young
And on burning ice of life,
What is cold what is hot,
Is no challenge,
tis like spice
the guys move with a free will
and don’t care…

then as youth merges with middle tones,
the waist broadens
one’s position heightens …
then one moves around with a heavy gait,
he is now heavy weight
and all that the ailments acclaim
he moves around still with verve and pain,
more with will power than disdain…

as he enters the tunnel
which is about to show one the way out
then nothing more than ones
WILL. prevails
all his kith and kin follow his tail
his will is yet a secret
but ones name appears somewhere
hope remains
the guy still prevails.