John Kenyon

(1784-1856 / Jamaica)

Age - Poem by John Kenyon

Full oft you're plaining that in age
Our faculties and feelings die.
And it may be that thinkers sage
Do think like you. Yet plain not I.
When sick we've grown of pride and show,
Why should our striving strength live on?
Or why should love forbear to go,
When all we cared to love—are gone?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 12, 2010



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