When oldage calls: I must dance the tune of time
When oldage calls: my sight becomes dim as night
When oldage calls: my strength is pale before a flight
I wonder then, why i never prepared a third leg
for this lonely bay of life
Once I felt bliss and youthfulness did trick me
with immortality
Then oldage calls and I feel not a tick
in my tendons to carry
Too soon to forget that I a spokesman, did soar
the peak amidst my kinsmen
But oldage calls and I am mum sake of a king's dread
My bucals fail me, my fairness drains
Poco a poco my music is caged in
That which tickles me I yearn no more
My buds would not deduce its favorite salmon
Beauty is vain and youth will loose its savour
Why then did I not for the gain search for
O! mother earth rejoice, a son returns
(May I ask if it would thy gloom restore? for i have
afore time thy heart destroy)
As oldage calls let me my soul prepare and
quick clean
Cos mother's bed is in the rear
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