Spring it is cheery, Winter is dreary, Green leaves hang, but the brown must fly; When he's forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? Love will not clip him, Maids will not lip him, Maud and Marian pass him by; Youth it is sunny, Age has no honey, -- What can an old man do but die? June it was jolly, O for its folly! A dancing leg and a laughing eye! Youth may be silly, Wisdom is chilly, -- What can an old man do but die? Friends they are scanty, Beggars are plenty, If he has followers, I know why; Gold's in his clutches (Buying him crutches!) -- What can an old man do but die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER IN A SPRING GROVE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM RARE DESTINY by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |