Young was old, When old was young , But strange words travel by tongue.One day, Old grew out to shame Young's death grew out to shame.Young's death grew to fame.To fame a short poem can tell so much like how young and old still do touch. Silly poems! Young's dead and OLD'S old, Cut out the heart in the cold-THE COLD! What wil old years bring and bring?? We can't ask young; Deaths the thing
Its kind of a riddle mixed in with a poem