Jeffrey Hull
Friday, January 12, 2007
Folly
Sunrise over the Kanawha © 2006 Rick Lee All rights reserved
Age is heaped upon the old
Like beauty on the fair;
Wisdom's lavished on the wise
As fools no folly spare.
Old men need not to be told
How cruel is master Time;
Young men stop their stubborn ears
And will not heed his chime.
Profligately burning hours
Like leaves on autumn lawns,
Callow Youth with ears of scorn
Half hears the truth–and yawns.
Time will teach but soon how fleet
He runs from day to day;
Soon enough the race is called
And light has slipped away.
Age just shakes his snowy head
Whose years have come and gone;
Count them wise who find their joy
To greet another dawn.
© 2007 Jeffrey Hull
