Classic Poem

Age Unfit for Love

Maidens tell me I am old;
Let me in my Glasse behold
Whether smooth or not I be,
Or if haire remaines to me.
Well, or be't or be't not so,
This for certainty I know;
Ill it fits old men to play,
When that Death bids come away.Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsShort Poems