Poetry. This is a response to the classic poem "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time" by Robert Herrick

To the Old, to Gather in Time

By Paul Klusman

When shadows gather late of day,

As Time grows ever longer

Let us gather come what may

Even as cold grows stronger.

To bask in former glory, to run

Through memories not yet fading

Not bitter sorrows but victories won

Are tales best for trading.

For what is there but quench our thirst

Though youth has long departed

We drink the last as if the first

From the same cup where we started.

So rest ye easy and rest ye fine

And let us gather, merry

For having walked the narrow line

Together now we tarry.