Repellent are those
languid ways
That once were gold to me,
Resigned I am
To 'statesman days'-
And more maturity.
Recall-
Future days ascending-
And I've lived near all my dreams,
Though some dreams that
once attracted me
Now ripple
down yon stream.
Young men-
As youths they're
brash and bold -
So plucky to behold,
But the encircling sad ring
is just one thing:
Their tendency to
grow old.
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