Old, Old Men
By Ewan
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We are old, old men,
gone at the knees:
our skin is gnarled
like the bark of trees.
Remember this:
the wine of youth
we supped to the leas.
The first kiss, the first ale,
the first car, the first time.
Like yours, our firsts
were the first ones ever.
Our elders seemed
on the far side of never.
We are old, old men,
last of our kind,
our kin are banished
to the fog of our mind.
The last love, the last tooth,
the last bell, the last chime.
Like ours, your lasts
are the far side of never;
your old age remains
postponed for ever.
Remember this,
you are yet young:
we speak as we find.
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we are old men, surely we are
we are old men, surely we are, to have come this far...
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I think you're spot on with
I think you're spot on with your interpretation, it's all about feeling young at heart, no matter your age.
From the time of birth and as we grow, we will always see our elders as being old.
Jenny.
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