Hoary Old Age Poem by dukesekhon sekhon
Hoary Old Age
What want may, we,
Heart's hoary outlaws have
But to steal a few kisses
From beauty's unsuspecting cheek;
And wicked blisses crave, though now feigned,
As had attended our youth, but, alas,
Frown upon man's emaciated plight,
Such as this in which I myself now find!
'O Life! When will return the glory
Of your prime? - No more, oh, never more'
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