Out With The Old Poem by Etienne Charilaou

Nothing can be said to console
the one who now feels old;
whose world has been inherited
by younger visionaries bold.

By time and body betrayed;
his youth retreats to the sacred caves
of mind and heart;
each to be overthrown in turn;
till only his child's heart remains;
for that was his will to retain.

Then when death strips him of
old age - if he dies an old man;
his heart which is his soul now
becomes what it always was:
eternal, without age.

Some may reckon this a fairy tale.
And if that be true then still
will I hold onto my child's heart;
for if my life be only temporal,
then I am the victor,
with an unconquerable heart.