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 © | Year Posted 2013

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Toran Avatar
August 28, 2013 at 10:53 AM
Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm 51. Wanna trade? I remember my 34th birthday. My co-workers stood around and sang happy birthday to me. That was nearly 17 years ago. My, how time flies! Love your work!...Milt
That Archaic Poet Avatar
August 28, 2013 at 12:11 PM
I cannot thank you enough for the kind words and compliments, Milt. Thank you for stopping by and checking out my little ditty :)
Lamoureux Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 4:38 PM
Nice Rhyme scheme. I'm the opposite, I am 52 and I still feel 32.
That Archaic Poet Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 6:00 PM
Thanks, bud. I wrote that four years ago and Lord I feel even more ancient now lol
Fox Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 1:34 PM
Not being in the fold , me a simple man - though I find this a piece gold !
That Archaic Poet Avatar
August 26, 2013 at 1:36 PM
Hi, Nigel. Not quite sure what you mean, but I hope it's a compliment lol Thanks for dropping by :)
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