Youth that's wasted is never regained.
      A life that's neglected is forever pained.
      To be buried forever in this underground tomb,
      A person has already faced his doom.

      How sad to experience youth,
      Perhaps to never unfold the truth.
      The youngest of the Section's team,
      He's much too young for a life so extreme.

      How did he come to this awful place
      To face the trials that he's had to face?
      We know so little about Birkoff
      And what we do is not enough.

      A computer geek (as we're apt to say)
      A genius in this vast array
      Of monitors and modems all
      We stand aghast and are enthralled!

      Still...this is no life for one so young.
      There are dragons to kill, songs to be sung
      Up there in the normal world outside
      There's a life for this youth...lips to be tried.

      But here he sits and clicks away
      On his keyboard most every night and day.
      A deathly pallor upon his face
      Where lack of sun has left it's trace.

      What a waste of youth that is never regained,
      A passage of time...the hourglass drained,
      Youth's advantages forever spurned
      For what has been lost can never return.

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