06-01-2018, 05:46 PM
Quote:They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
Robert Laurence Binyon
Should we fear old age, or should we just fear what can come with old age. In spite of everything that has come with age, im glad I have made it so far. But as age rushes to over take me, I understand that youth is wasted on the young