 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
OLD AGE IN HIS AILING
Old Age in his ailingAt youth will be railing
It scorns youth's regaling
Pooh-pooh it does, silly dream;
But me, the fool, save
From waxing so grave
As, reduced to skimmed milk, to slander the cream.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |