Today, whatever the Fates weave
Shall still be worn with beauty by me;
Today then don’t let you be told,
How many chapters of life are turned;
That you are old, and so I am indeed;
Nor think dreams are waned with tears,
And talk of the youth wasted with sighs.
Tomorrow will be always tomorrow
And nothing will change even sorrow.
But reason brings truth of the truth
An everlasting and brilliant truth,
Which can, in spite of all smirks,
Open your eyes and and my ears
To the evening star twinkling bright
With sweet soft winds fluting in twilight,
Made of fire, spirit, and dew like you and me.