Mason's Musings on Kingsley's Young and Old
Young and Old by Charles Kingsley When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away! Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young. Mason's Musings From infancy to childhood, parents and siblings mean the world. However, as one grows into youth the desire to own the world and acquire the power gradually alienates them from all that mattered before. But no material possession carries true satisfaction; once it is handed over, it loses its shimmer and shine. Desires are beautiful until fulfilled; power and wealth are fanciful until one's blindfold is removed. It's funny how we often fail to value the thing…
