We Grow Olde by Deserting our Ideals.
The sweet amazement at the stars, and starlike things and thoughts;
the undaunted challenge of events,
the unfailing childlike appetite for what comes next;
You are as young as your Faith,
as olde as your doubt; as young as your Self-Confidence,
as olde as your fear, as young as your Hope,
as olde as your despair.
then you are grown olde, indeed.
But as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism,
there is Hope you may die Young at eighty.*
24 July, 2012