SUNSET OF LIFE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16360, 24 February 1921, Page 3

SUNSET OF LIFE.

(By WALT MASON.) 1 m waxing old.. Fve reached The gloaming, the coming night its shadow flings: and lie re T sit, my whiskers combing, and moralising on all things. Mile young go l»v. (he dancers, laughers, the singers of life’s morning hymn : and I’m unlike some other gaffers ; for envy makes their eyes grow dim. Some greybeards watch the young in sorrow, and long to tread their shining ways, and sigh, ” Youth always has to-morrow, but age lias only yesterdays.” The wintry dusk seems rather tragic, but I would cry, “Nay. nav, my dear.” if Home kind fairy, with her magic, would take me back to yesteryear. 1 once was young and full of trouble, in trackless wilds I went astray, and every blight hope proved a bubble, my idols all had feet of clay. 1 had no tranquil eyes or mornings, all day a weary load ! bore : the road was marked with solemn warnings, left there bv failures gone before. Oh, youth was full of fire and fever, and love was false and vows askew, and every hope was a deceiver, and only bitter dream came true. And now’ T sit, with a valise full of bottled grapejuice by'my side: the closing hours are calm and peaceful, and slumber comes at eventide-