Life's Springtime

Like the swift flight of an eagle
Life’s springtime fades away.
And while it stays
Most of the time our attention

Is fixed upon the future.
Hence we miss youth’s vision,
Its invincible hope,
The boldness of its dream.

And when we try to assess
The true dimension and splendid
Sheen of those venturesome years,
Alas!, they are already gone....
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