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a japanese man in his sixties
once quipped 'When i was young, I was
afraid I would not be able to have sex
when I am old but no, I could still do it. I am so glad.'
the years tear away the flesh, never its dream. the echo of desires
the fortunate ones retain both
the less endowed the pain
the earth races on, taking away lives, never its productivity
never destined to be a vacuum
life juxtaposes defeats and victories
in between them a thousand verses written
a poet's mosaic of joys and pains -
sapphires and rubies mined after - a volcanic blast
inspired by
A Song
I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to prolong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That thc heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman's satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thought 'twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
William Butler Yeats
john tiong chunghoo
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