Asides

We Who Are Young Are Old

Sweet as the comets’ kiss night sealed
It is death though I have died
Had she not loved me at the beginning
Before the gas fades with a harsh last bubble
Hold on, whatever slips beyond the edge
After the funeral, mule praises, brays
We who were young are old. It is the oldest cry
Dylan Thomas

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