When Youth Clashes With Old Age Poem by James McLain

When youth clashes with old age
Being young their brain is on fire
While in old age with but a few exceptions
The light is to bright and judgement
Is frail day and night.

If I have lived on borrowed time and my watch
Begins to slow down,
Will you be there again just like you once were before?
Last night I dreamed a dream I would not like to
Be reborn in while others I would.

I cannot remember my dreams when young except
Through the smell of you.
I cannot speak for you in childhood if you were
Treated cruel.
No one speaks for me the young if good.

We are old to them their world is green our world
Is gray,
The rain is cold my bones can feel my age and
Theirs do not.
Wondering how they will think when before they
Age like us
When the extraterrestrials finally show themselves.