My years waxed old and my shoulders began
To sway like a sparrow hawk in the air
That’s the natural destiny of man
Who wears out in the waste of Time un’ware
When youthful I ne’er thought of sen’lity
But now being deprived of my Spring years
Walking in the Fall I feel within me
The echo of doubt the burden of fears
Old age but the dimming glory of youth
The reflection of sad eyes that view back
The delight of the past, the dreams, the truth
Of a life lived left behind on the track
Hence both age and youth were e’er never sure
To stand long against nature and endure
2/1993