Youth In Age

The twilight falls. Inevitable hands

Draw the soft curtains of the fading day.

All changes, glows, grows old.  Nature demands

A cycle absolute of growth-decay.

Birth follows, of the flesh, and every hour

The wakening mind, when limbs of courage leap

To fresh awareness, widens, bursts in flower

Awhile in splendour, till the body’s sleep.

So life, resistless, strides upon the hills

Of our becoming and with laughing tread

Creates and uses and in using kills,

Till every form with force of life lies dead.

The dissolution of recurring night

Awaits the body.  For the spirit, light.

-Kev C.

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