What youth gave
Old age cannot give.
Alas, no more love.
We can only live.
We can live inside our life for hours,
And smell for years the remembered flowers.
We feel the sunlight on our skin.
We can remember everywhere we’ve been.
What can old age not do? Old age’s eye
Smiles at youth’s rash tongue.
Youth dies and stays young.
Stay here, Rosalinda. The red balcony. The red sky.