Apr 26
When youth doth bloom, its blossoms crave,
The wisdom found in age's stave.
Yet age, adorned in wrinkled guise,
Yearns for the spark in youthful eyes.
The clock's tick mocks our restless chase,
For neither form holds perfect grace.
Oh fleeting time, a shifting tide,
Our hearts in both do dreams confide.
The wisdom found in age's stave.
Yet age, adorned in wrinkled guise,
Yearns for the spark in youthful eyes.
The clock's tick mocks our restless chase,
For neither form holds perfect grace.
Oh fleeting time, a shifting tide,
Our hearts in both do dreams confide.
A reminder that time, with all its relentless movement, is at once our adversary and our muse.
(67/M/United Kingdom)
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