Poems (White)/Age
For works with similar titles, see Age.
AGE
Silver hairs I trace, Lines upon the face, And a slower tread, With a drooping head; Shoulders that are bent, Vigor that is spent, All the aches and pains As a life-time wanes. You have set the pace; Time has won the race, And as victor claims All your hopes and aims; Leaves you all alone,—No chance to atone. Yesterday has gone,—Yours to-morrow morn. Take it, make it good; Hold it as you should; For your day is sinking,—Now is time for thinking.
Knowing, doing, keeping,—Faith and love and reaping.