02-24-2012, 10:37 PM
NEW AGE edit 534,256,437b
We will to angry days come old and sour,
so write a lasting note from you to me;
and let the ink, sure fading, mark this hour,
the date, the second yet, whilst we can see.
The future, though still ours, no glory holds;
yet happy, carefree, unconcerned were we.
For all the stealth with which our time unfolds
we cannot lose the past from which we flee.
Read then the note when comes that fateful day,
that on us lays its heavy crippling hand,
that breaks our backs and turns our thin hair grey:
we saw it coming, yet we made our stand.
TK 1999
We will to angry days come old and sour,
so write a lasting note from you to me;
and let the ink, sure fading, mark this hour,
the date, the second yet, whilst we can see.
The future, though still ours, no glory holds;
yet happy, carefree, unconcerned were we.
For all the stealth with which our time unfolds
we cannot lose the past from which we flee.
Read then the note when comes that fateful day,
that on us lays its heavy crippling hand,
that breaks our backs and turns our thin hair grey:
we saw it coming, yet we made our stand.
TK 1999