Sonnet 351

As I gain more upon this mortal age
How do I wish that now my glass would lie,
For still I feel a youth upon life’s stage
Though silver in my beard such truth may try;
The body weathers faster than the mind
Though few upon their youthful style do dwell,
Yet through their bairn may live a second time
Vicarious measures so aged hearts may swell.
The time is long and yet the life is short,
One day a child, the next a wizened man;
As second riddle in the Sphinx’s court
Where each begats of each in endless span.
I search the mirror and find my father’s face
Where, tried of time, he smiles with no disgrace.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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