02 June, 2005


if you are young and bright
at one and twenty, go to a:

if you are old and gray
at one and sixty, see b:

scorn these lines,
forget the book
put it lofty
things that matter
are now and here:
fun, fame, or glory
but never poetry

take down this book
leaf through to see
pictures of permanent children—
they’re you
wisdom doesn’t come with age—
oh, how true

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