October 1 to 14

Old and Young

I questioned Poetry, Say, I said-

What am I, old or young?

‘Young as the heart remains,’ she smiled-

‘While laughter comes, and song.’

Say, am I old or am I young?

I asked Philosophy.

‘The way the women look at you

Should answer that-’ growled he.

So, when I claim, by my high blood,

A life still young and jolly,

Women, with their indifferent looks,

Reprove me for my folly.