Points of View
Youth cocks his hat and rides up the street.
Age cocks his eye only to see it.
Youth puts his horse at a five-barred gate.
Age chuckles grimly and sits down to wait.
Youth limps by with a broken-kneed horse.
Age, through the shutters, mutters " Of course! "
Youth curses Fate for his splitting head.
Age lights the candle and hobbles to bed.
Age cocks his eye only to see it.
Youth puts his horse at a five-barred gate.
Age chuckles grimly and sits down to wait.
Youth limps by with a broken-kneed horse.
Age, through the shutters, mutters " Of course! "
Youth curses Fate for his splitting head.
Age lights the candle and hobbles to bed.
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