Rolph David
The Ballad Of A Young Man
My knees now creak like old front doors,My back protests with mighty groans.
I used to run on youthful bones,
Now half the day I'm on the floors.
My hair once climbed a proud high hill,
But year by year it’s moved away.
It seems to slide down lower still,
And peeks out where I’d like it not to stay.
I once could read the smallest line,
Each word appeared so crisp, so fine.
Now even glasses cannot cope,
A magnifier’s part of hope.
My pride once stood both firm and tall,
But time reveals its crafty plan:
It makes sure gravity hits all,
Especially all parts of men.
Yet still I laugh, as old men jest,
For wisdom’s worth its weight in gold.
Though things sag low, as time does test,
I face it all, though I grow old.
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