We Must All Lose Our Youthfulness But All Is Not Lost Poem by Reginald Reid

YOUTH AND AGE
Fast and slow days come and go
Treasure and dross the hours are lost
Youth and age the turning page
Sadness and joys our time employs
Once were games now Zimmer frames
If friend or foe we need to know
Sickness and health both dwell in stealth
Time is squandered as we have wandered
Age is the thief beyond belief
But we rise up in celebration with death denying indignation
For life's for living and forgiving, loving and for turtle doveing
Youth may turn the page to age but look; we are the ones that hold the book