Facing back, facing forth

Community of boys
Approaching the elite
Little giants of potential
Slow-cooking in a scenic backburner
Juicing in rivalry & competition
Intensely training every moment
To emerge the superior gravy of society's pot-roast

This is the pie within which, I remember

Network of men
Now successfully ensconced into what they were engineered for
Older, no longer the youthful energies bursting forth
That has now passed on to their cute, lovable children
As they sit around
Time having taken toll, as it must
Do I envy their numerous achievements, to date
Or feel much more acutely, the passing of lives with time?

This is what I can finally honestly see, these days.