Wednesday 10 June 2015

In Youth



The year comes, when it was the best of life,
Tis, the stage, each men had in fullest;
It’s all adventure and no tears within,
In youth, was all, a moment you can had in fullest;
So was youth, you can find spring in costume,
The season, no man dreaded;
And so, youth, no man abhorrence,

But alas! It was petite,
I don't wanna pass to the next stage of man;
If I could, I’ll be youth eternally,
Perhaps it could be something all desired;
But lo! I cannot be and so you,
So, while the time set us in
Why should we let it go undone?
Tis our day, youth, let's celebrate,
We ain't gonna be here morrow;
Till the day last; tis our day,
Cheers to all!

Tis the stage, preeminent of all;
Should you begone without the quest of spring?
Can you be in vigor to feel juvenile again when you grow old?

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