Posted by Admin on 25 March 2008, 12:00 am
Why chafe and sigh for bygone days
forgetting all the cares of youth?
Ambition’s goad, and love’s dismays –
unwillingness to face the truth.
Our pockets much the lighter then,
and maids too proud to spare a glance;
in mind still boys, in body men,
we called a tune tho’ none could dance.
In age, cognizant of our plight,
Lord, let us lick our wounds and grin;
too stubborn now to leave the fight,
too old to care, too weak to win.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council