They signed up for dancing class at an arts center. Once a week.

They volunteered for the tech crews at a theater. When time allowed. 

They wrote poetry to read at open mic nights. Every so often.

They hiked the pathways of the earth. In life's time.

They thought upon that life and it was good. What they had created was pleasing and meaningful.

It was good. 

They loved as they should. They had forgotten how young they were.

They were complete. They found those to share the completeness.

They died as we all die.

But they died forever young.