When Young Men Find Delight

When young men find delight

Under a red bedspread

With girls who pass through

How many of them

Consider how cold

Is the hold of gold?


Time runs on

And youth turns to age.

Some still engage

With girls who pass through,

But all age,

And in time, are gone.


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