When we are young
Life
Is like
A brilliant chandelier
Radiating
In a fascinating palace
A palace
Sunk
In light
And
Beauty
Splendor
And glory
But
When we are old
Life
Is like
A weeping candle
Scintillating
Inside a
Dark empty cold cottage
A cottage
Void of passion
And desire to live
A cottage wherein
The trembling flame
Of a
Half dead candle
Winks
To an immortal
And
Powerful Devil
The devil of Death!.