My Creeping, Crabbing Age Poem by Nero CaroZiv

My creeping, crabbing Age and my far sailing Youth
Antagonists to each other, like two foes beyond any measure
My sweet Youth was full of excitements and days of pleasure,
My Age is now full of anguish, worries, care and unpleasant truth;

Youth has the freshness of summer morning; the scent of spring
My Age now is like winter weather; knots and heavy things
In my Youth the whole world was like summer brave and dare,
My Age is like winter bare and tare:

Youth is new and full of sports,
Age breath is solemn and suffocating short,
Youth is gay and nimble, Age is sloth and lame:
Youth is wild with expectations, and Age is brittle, fragile and tame

Youth! Which will never come back was hot and bold,
Age! Which will lead me to my grave is deforming and cold,
I so adore my Youth gone days, sweeter they grow within me
Oh Age how much I abhor the essence of thee;


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