YOUNG AND OLD

By John Herlihy

The young blessed with endless days,

The old crotchety and set in their ways.

The young are untouched, free of care,

The old battered in, little future to spare.

The young see future in their every road,

The old tread softly, considerably slowed.

The young meet the day with a fresh start,

The old get up feeling ready to break apart.

To be untouched by the history of their lives,

The young take their destiny in huge strides.

The old awaiting the knock on death’s door,

The young race around and tear up the floor.

The young so wildly impatient to come of age,

The old now happily content to become sage.

The young understand the moment as timely,

The old understand the moment as timeless.

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(c) John Herlihy November 2018