What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
I do think that I was ever young.
Although born small, and needing everything,
Around my neck, the dolor had been hung;
So few the moments I would laugh or sing.
How can I now be what I’ve never been?
For youth and energy are gifts of fate —
An aging husk among the crop of men
Who’s long in bed, while others are out late —
Within this aged head, I seek to find
The truth of a reality denied;
To put in words so you might call to mind
The feelings we unwittingly elide.
I am not young, but it’s no loss, because
I look back and I see – I never was