“I wish I was twenty and in love with life
and still full of beans.
Onward old legs!
There are the long, pale dunes, on the other side
the roses are blooming and finding their labor
no adversity to the spirit.
Upward, old legs! There are the roses, and there is the sea
shining like a song, like a body
I want to touch.
though Im not twenty
and won’t be again but ah! seventy. And still
in love with life. And still
full of beans. –