FRIENDS DO NOT AGE : SONNET 82

Friends Do Not Age

Sonnet 82

My friends have aged, so have I with them,

But nor have they, nor I, why says my eye

If blind to read distorted form and frame,

Hairs grey and face shrivel'd and shrunk and dry.

We stand like ageless trees, from depth of past,

With branches, boughs, foliage -- all evergreen;

In mischiefs, jokes, chit-chats is braced each part,

Years gone, same comely look, same childhood grin.

And dread do dullness, stress, fatigue, contagion

To invade our gang of 'elderly boys';

If in the Paradise do we grow and feed on

Ambrosia of juvenile jestings and joys...

Bless'd are we to be each day together;

Together young will we endure forever.

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