Contentment in Old Age Poem by Palladas

Contentment in Old Age



The women mock me for being old,
Bidding me look at the wreck of my years in the mirror.
But I, as I approach the end of my life,
Care not whether I have white hair or black,
And with sweet-scented ointments
And crowns of lovely flowers and wine
I make heavy care to cease.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 10 February 2018

Lovely poem. Enjoying the fun of aging. Thanks.

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Kelly Kurt 16 June 2015

Not bad for a 2300 year old dude.: -)

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Allotey Abossey 16 June 2015

everybody will grow...age is a blessing. i love your share dear poet

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Michael Morgan 16 June 2015

a bit of Anacreon, there? MM

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