One feels so strong!
One thinks, one knows
What's right, what's wrong!
To laugh is right,
To fret is wrong!
Life is a song,
When one is young.
Then, one matures,
And life endures,
No longer certain,
No longer sure,
In life's adversities
Immured,
Without a cure,
When one matures.
In middle age,
One feels a sage,
The days are gone
Of storm and rage,
To daily life's
Routine engage,
One turns a page
In middle age.
Then, Lo! Behold!
One's getting old!
No longer brave,
No longer bold!
One thinks one knows
One's narrow world,
As life enfolds -
One's getting old.
Close to the end'
Life almost spent,
What the mind wants,
One's body can't.
As one recalls
One's life's events,
And where life went?-
Close to the end.
Oh! Why is it that in the world
Wisdom is wasted on the old?...