Growing Old

I feel as though I’m growing old,
A graying death as love departs
For what am I, but just a man?
A man now known with broken hearts.
To be again distressed at love,
That is my inward solace found
A sanctuary sound and strong
Which all too late has come around
The lonliness creeps in me now
Which others, more wise, have expressed
I still shall live and trudge my paths
But what shall come? What pain is next?
My first true love and second pain
May love me still, but yet is cold
When pleasure leaves and wisdom comes
I know that I am growing old.

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