Remembering Youth…

Beauty has an ending, all things

Will fade and die, youth spent,

Gone by and by. Soon it is all

Forgotten, like goldenrods when

Fallen to dust, dead, dead, dead.

Come back, sweet youth, hands

Reach, eyes yearn, hearts will

Bleed for love, but alas youth

Will not return. Age leaves us

Like winter snow, the time cannot

Return and you find yourself old,

Old, old.

The cloud of time whirls slowly

While we wait for the last leaf to

Fall, and when the end comes

It will not matter at all. Youth,

Sweet youth, we drink it in like

Honey wine, as we knew that it

Would go quickly, like time, time,

 

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