I
would not sing of my lost youth,
As merrily I wend along;
I
could not, for, in very truth,
‘Tis not a subject fit for song.
When
youth has fled the comedy
Of life has disappeared forsooth;
A
dirge runs through the melody –
I would not sing of my lost youth!
c.
Oct. 10, ‘09
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