Poetic Growth

There were times when the young grew old, but there were halts when the old grew young, to be what you believe, is to grow in others dreams, but when it comes down to you, you are the one who stood before the fall, all had a choice is what was said by all, but you alone stood between the doors of hell or heaven or olympus, no matter what happens you get to choose for yourself knowing full well all will stand along side you regardless of difference.(this poem means one word. “Yourself”)