I know thee not old man
For thee were something altogether different
Thy hints of old age on your face
Elderliness haunts and thy bliss is hindered
I know thee not old man
Thee used to be delighted
Thy vivacity is decapitated
The course of time is truculent
I know thee not old man
Thee used to find merriness in particularment
What is more incongruous
Surceasing or not knowing appreciation?
I know thee not old man
Hast thou been weary of ardent ways?
Hast thou not found divine light rays?
Hast thou not seen that elysian human face?