Love comes. Love goes. You give your heart to a dog and his sweet, short life comes around all too soon. Danny sang, "Rock'n'roll is here to stay." Then he blew his brains out. Youth? By the time the concept really sinks in you're one of those old coots complaining about it being wasted on the young.
Folks still sit around worrying about trees falling in the forest with nobody around. I fret, thinking about a heartful of love and nothing to do with it.