Fountain of Youth – Pursued by Many,
If it’s Found – Rewards are Plenty.
Don’t scratch Hope or Plans Discard,
Search stops Here – in My Backyard.
Secrets Lie among the Seeds,
Living in Forever Weeds.
Pull Them – Spray Them – Mow Them Too,
Still come Back to Start Anew.
See a Market to be Made,
Turn my Weeds to Weederade,
Let them Grow so Big and Tall,
Harvest Them this Coming Fall.
Mix Them – Cook Them – Into Brew,
Market Them as Youthful New.
For Mankind – I’ve got Your Backs,
Reverse all Aging In its Tracks!