At sixteen they laughed <br />yonder, in the springtime afternoon. <br />Later their lips became silent <br />and in their heart old age did intrude. <br />They had set out as friends <br /> <br />two dry leaves upon the ground. <br />Later they even went apart <br /> <br />on some autumn afternoon. <br />Now each of them, with lips all pale, <br />stooping, kisses his bonds. <br />Later they shall bend completely down <br />and will pass into the ground.<br /><br />Kostas Karyotakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-26/
