When You Get On
by Anony Mouse
When you get on and you've lived a long time
And the walk upstairs is a mighty long climb,
Though your eyes are dimmer than what they were
And the page of a book has a nasty blur,
Strange as the case may seem to be,
Then is the time you will clearly see.
You'll see yourself as you really are,
When you've lived a lot and travelled far,
When your strength gives out and your muscles tire
You'll see the folly of ambitions desire:
You'll see what now to your sight is hid,
The numberless trivial things you did.
Often the blindest are youthful eyes,
For age must come ere a man grows wise,
And youth makes much of the mountain peaks,
And the strife for fame and the goal it seeks,
But age sits down with the setting sun
And smiles on the boastful things its done.
You'll sigh for the friends that were turned aside
By a hasty word or a show of pride,
You'll laugh at the medals that now you prize,
For you'll look at them through clearer eyes
And see how little they really meant,
For which so much of your strength was spent.
You'll see, as always an old man sees,
That the waves die down with the fading breeze,
That the pomp of life never lasts for long,
And the great sink back to the comon throng.
And you'll understand when the struggle ends,
That the finest gifts of this life are friends.
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