SEXAGENARIUS LOQUITURFrom our youth to our ageWe have passed each stageIn old immemorial order,From primitive daysThrough flowery waysWith love like a hedge as their border.Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy,And we were the king and the queen,When I was a yearShort of thirty, my dear,And you were just nearing nineteen.But dark follows lightAnd day follows nightAs the old planet circles the sun;And nature still tracesHer score on our facesAnd tallies the years as they run.Have they chilled the old warmth in yourheart?I swear that they have not in mine,Though I am a yearShort of sixty, my dear,And you are — well, say thirty-nine.
From our youth to our ageWe have passed each stageIn old immemorial order,From primitive daysThrough flowery waysWith love like a hedge as their border.Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy,And we were the king and the queen,When I was a yearShort of thirty, my dear,And you were just nearing nineteen.But dark follows lightAnd day follows nightAs the old planet circles the sun;And nature still tracesHer score on our facesAnd tallies the years as they run.Have they chilled the old warmth in yourheart?I swear that they have not in mine,Though I am a yearShort of sixty, my dear,And you are — well, say thirty-nine.