A Word Of Love and Age Poem

Ah thee ole OLD an foolish Man...
Obsolete eyes; deceiving lust full of pride...
I scorned thy Skill...
without intent... infringing my Youth fulfill...
I deem thou BRAIN imperiled be
Rusted Eld old; rotted thee...
Unripe thy HEAD thou Twisty totty Tea... thus your corbed shoulder
Leaning hallow unwise both loft and top...
My BUDding Branch you cannot crop...
But were thy Years humbled and green like mine...
Others delight then would Encline...
Though wouldn't thou learn to CAROL of LOVE...
Harmonic hymns to every sweethearts GLOVE...
ONE her HEART our SOULS are BEAN...
Such LOVE with ONE makes thee full with fain...
Then such LOVE would make thee young again...
Thou aren't fond of LOVE??!
Then thous YOUTH and LIFE is LOST...
AGE regains momentum speed
swift and Hasty as DEATH proceeds...

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