Two And Sixty Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

When I was one and twenty,
I heard a wise man say:
"These days that you are living through,
The best of all are they.
There's not one grey hair on your head,
Your teeth are still not long,
And all you have to think about
Is wine and wench and song."

Now I am two and sixty,
Today is my birth day.
I blow the candles on my cake,
And to that wise man say:
"There's plenty grey hairs on my head,
My teeth they have grown long,
And all that I can think about
Is where the years have gone."

3/8/24
Denys E. W. Jones