Opposites Poem by Charles Reginald Simpson

For hours he practiced - alas twas in vain.
He played it, and played it again and again.
Why couldn't he do it? Why was it all wrong?
With the other musicians - he didn't belong.
A young man just starting to learn a new art.
For years he had studied, with all of his heart....

Not far from the college, just minutes away
An old man with instrument, started to play.
He'd played it so often for many a year.
But now was unable, which filled him with fear.
His fingers were old, his head forgot all.
He looked at his music... tears started to fall....
Young man, or old, life doesn't care,
They both have their struggles and problems to bear.
The moral is clear, to bad men or good.
If youth only knew - if age only could.