Ramon G. Palanca
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Youth ... thou hast succumbed to time!
Thine eyes, as thy steps shortened.
Thy memory, forsaken!
Where is thy strength of yesteryears,
When spring, brought flowers everywhere?
Today, there's nothing, but moan and groan;
And medications for the morrow!
Where has everything gone?
Like love lost from a heart, youth elopes apart.