Methuselah Loves Lazarus
I have lived for Thirty years
Yet I feel antiquely old
Aged and grey, my youthful fears
That my Beauty may grow cold
Am I as Awful as I appear?
I've no more Suitors in the fold…
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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