Much poetry has been written about love, youth and heroes, but what about old age. The following two verses reflects beautifully on that.
Youth ended, I shall try
My gain or loss thereby;
Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold:
And I shall weigh the same,
Give life it’s praise or blame:
Young, all lay in disputes; I shall know, being old.
From Robert Browning’s ”Rabbi Ben Ezra”
The torch shall be extinguished which has lit
My midnight lamp – and what is writ is writ –
Would it be worthier! But I’m not now
That which I have been – and my visions flit
Less palpably before me – and the glow
Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint and low.
From Byron’s “Childe Harold”