Years and Age

For decades I have watched friend's lives, and hold
That years can never tell the age of men.
With spirits high, what life need be a glen
Of twilight years? Why none, where thought is bold!
The fears that once inside me blazed are cold,
And wonder fills my mind as stars tonight
Look down at me. I have a youth's delight
In bold adventure's voice. Why call me old?

January 7, 1965