Author Aubrey Thomas De Vere Old age! The sound is harsh, and grates: Yet life's a semblance, not a truth: Time binds an hourly changing mask On souls in changeless light that bask ā Younger we grow when near the gates Of everlasting youth! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments