do not worry about going into <br />80 <br />your way of imagining how we may sit at 70 <br />somewhere in the park in the middle of that dark <br />part <br />like Simon's bookends and <br />Garfunkel's rock <br />is too hazy for me, for i have always said to myself <br />i can't grow old <br />someone saw my palm and the lines of my future <br />and which i, gladly accept, <br /> <br />I'd rather die younger, than suffer that loneliness <br />of my own uselessness.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-philosopher-dying-young/
