Youth saw me passing by
My wrinkled brow, my twinkling eye
Ignored my smile, my nodding head
Offered merely a glance of dread
That I had noticed youth instead
Of passing like I was not there.
Someday youth you'll know my fears
With pride you'll reach the golden age
And you, I'm sure, will surely rage
Youth did not see your golden years.
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