|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry | |||
LONG years have past, old friend , since we First met in life's young day; And friends long loved by thee and me, Since then have dropt away; But enough remain to cheer us on, - And sweeten, when thus we ' re met, The glass we fill to the many gone, And the few who ' re left us yet. Our locks, old friend , now thinly grow, And some hang white and chill; While some, like flowers mid Autumn's snow, Retain youth's color still . And so, in our hearts, tho' one by one, Youth's sunny hopes have set, Thank heaven, not all their light is gone, We ' ve some to cheer us yet. Then here's to thee, old friend, and long May thou and I thus meet, To brighten still with wine and song This short life , ere it fleet. And still as death comes stealing on, Let's never, old friend, forget, Even while we sigh o'er blessings gone, How many are left us yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
| |