The Fountain of Youth – pursued by many,
if it’s just found – rewards are plenty.
Don’t scratch hope or plans discard,
the search stops here – in my backyard.
The secret lies among the seeds,
that live in my Forever Weeds.
Pull them – spray them – mow them too,
keep coming back to start anew.
I see advances to be made,
turn Weeds into some Weedingade,
Just let them grow so big and tall,
then harvest them this coming fall.
Cook them – mix them – into brew,
then market them as something new.
For all mankind – I’ve got your backs,
“Grant’s Youthful Pills and Ageless Snacks.”