Youth, for all its lovliness,
Is not without its sorrow;
It has no day to call its own
For pleasures of tomorrow.

But, youth must look life in the face
And search for life's fulfillment;
Happy the man whose song is sweet,
And step is ever strident.

When youth and beauty are all spent,
No fragrances to borrow -
Age takes the blessings of the day,
And weeps not for tomorrow.