There is no point at which the years crush <br /> The on rush does not prevent a tantalising glimpse <br /> Of unattained desires <br /> Beyond the campfirles <br /> We bide our time <br /> Still we gleam like the eyes of the wolf <br /> Fierce in the night of his hunger<br /><br />Anthony Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-birthday/
