An Ancient Greek Ruin Poem by Elia Michael

I am an ancient Greek ruin
My body no longer youthful
If I could I would trade it in
But I can't and that is awful

I am an ancient Greek temple
Jaded and faded old and tired
I really fear I will topple
And that my time will have expired

I wish I were a young Greek thing
With the joy and freshness of youth
When life was always new like spring
And one's ideals were hope and truth

When colours were vivid and bright
Scents were musky and romantic
When the sun freely gave its light
And love's impact was gigantic

I am an ancient Grecian man
My mind is no longer so sharp
I have a much shortened time span
I think I hear an angel's harp