When one is young what matters care? For youth has mirth and joy to spare. The future is a blazing fire That lights the pathway of desire, And doing 's but a name for dare. What smiling masks the grim fates wear, How amiable and debonair! The best seems easy to acquire When one is young. Youth is a multimillionaire Who fattens on the best of fare; Whom all delights and naught can tire; Who treats the world as his empire. But old age sets its fatal snare When one is young. |