Threescore Years And Ten And The Sage’s Response To The Septuagenarian - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
'October’s moon is wane,
May’s sun may not be here:
how many Springs remain
my weary way to cheer? '
'How many earthly empires
the circling sun must set?
Friend, hast felt of love fires?
Mere mortal smile, why fret? '
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