My Work - Poetry
The Seasons of LifeDo not say to me that youth has gone and is lost.
Perhaps what is coming will be sweeter.
Youth is full of impulsiveness and rashness
Whilst middle age overflows with wisdom and maturity.
Tell him he who bemoans the departure of youth before he has grown old
For fear that it would leave him.
Hold on; wasn't childhood full of fun
- Ah! Would that we could return a child -
Wasn't the dawn of youth full of love?
When your dream-girl bestowed upon you her smile.
Yet every season of life holds its magic,
So enjoy life in all its seasons!