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To my Old Age
I Old Age, O take me not a fugitive That escapes, I’m thy earnest votary, Now that approaches that eventful eve, Why drill some doubts that dwell on loyalty? Let youth slipped by leaves a lasting footprint, Give a touch of grace that grants a reprieve, And on how to cope with old age, a hint, Else, hasten thy reign that sooner I leave. Nigh fit, let me at thy altar retire, I know, Time chases all. Need it harm too? Let it paint grey my brow, but least my heart, Pray, help me retain grace, O Sacred Fire, I know, old age comes with its unique hue, Do bless me with some poise ere I depart. II Some elegance, Old Age, before I part, Spirit of Time, balance that builds me brave, And not a frightened man with no spare dart, Nor desperate thoughts to feather one’s grave. Let body age if child stays young in me That I re-live what I missed in childhood, And of youth’s rudderless boat at mid-sea, That I’ve not so left when old to brood. Easier ‘tis to build up a brave child Than to tinker an adult cast in stone, That, I never need regret thee, Old Age, O let my old age be nigh childlike wild, Let it be playful, forever child-prone, Not deserter that turns his life’s last page. ___________________________________________ Crown of sonnets |15.04.2024| Old age
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