Children's Charm - No Wisdom

I'm not sold on this getting old!
Feeling what other old men feel or don't.
What little there is left of child,
There is no wisdom worth the while.

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Dusk scuttles the evening breeze
Which shivers on the slivered sheaves
And brings scents to lanterned skies
Amidst my wake upon me cries.

Yet here we sail along the gale,
Old and forgotten feelings told.
Whispery wind and waken fall,
'Tis labors list to port(s)-o-call

Oh hear me saints!
Christen children at the altar's gate.
Leave me time for those I've blessed,
All those I've left with my caress

May they recall me so,
As those that I before me came.
The winsome wind now whispers warm
And fills my sails with children's charm.

AvH 2017