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Old men at sixty,

forget more each year;

but once when much younger,

a world, a frontier,

old men at sixty

were, too, cavalier.

 

Now old men at sixty

they forget why they’re here.

 

Old friends get harder

to remember, revere,

as memory grows flinty,

the past, unclear,

old men at sixty

forego all their fear.

 

For old men at sixty,

soon learn why they’re here.

 

When old men were twenty,

the world was their sphere.

As young men, had plenty

of future, career.

But now, passing sixty,

a white-washed veneer,

old men at sixty

too soon are not here.

 

Old men at sixty

soon learn why we’re here.

 

 

 

 

 

©2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn