Some Old Style Verse For a New Frame of Mind

The Middle Time is now upon me, The tune to which I dance grows somewhat thin; A ghost remembrance of that cacophonous din To which my steps were measured in my youth. I know there lies now less before Than all those days that lay within The sepulcher of careless memory passed, I apprehend the sometime bitter truth That evil days approach my door When much of what I've come to love will bid its leave As I be forced to gaze aghast At sights my eyes would fain not see, When I to faithful hope must cleave. Yet, what better time than this, the high point of the feast? That Jester, Youth, has left the table Leaving us the better able To speak of things which more befit the greyed brow, Matters weighty and sublime Which better suit our natures now, though perhaps in tone more sable Than such issues as delight the Fool, Content the simpleminded sow - Let us worthily pass the time To Banquet's End, in company merry and refined, Reviewing all we gained in Life's long school - Establish what we value most and least, Then say we fed our souls while yet we dined. O grieve not that thy step be not so quick nor light As t'was it's wont to be in bygone days, Nor pine for carefree, childish ways - They had their time, and sweet they were, But now thou hast a surer, measured step Nobler thoughts - the ones which stay, Youth for all its joyful folly Is not a state forever to prefer To mind and manner better kept From fancies and seductions strange; Who but a Fool would be forever jolly To deny his Midlife's further sight, It's deeper view, it's wider range?