Oh, age has come and brought me fifteen years <br />And perhaps with it, <br />Joy will come too. <br />Youth still dances with these years <br />Its rather short, happy life <br />Flows among the rocks of age like a river <br />It counts these rocks every year <br />So far, it has counted fifteen <br />More rocks will be collected in the river of youth <br />It shall count until it becomes no more <br />Until it has dried up <br />And leaves the rocks to crack and crumble <br />Until they too, are no more.<br /><br />Natasha Kirke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fifteen-years-3/
