Youth Eternal Poem by William Cohen

My veins will harden,
and my blood will thicken
and beat ever slower from
heart,
and thought will grow denser,
and marbles will start to
role around my mind,
my body will start to weaken,
and creak and crack and grown
with age, but I will never
grow old.
and when I am sitting in an
armchair,
the clock on the mantlepiece,
seconds hand tick's for the
last time,
and its bell chimes out its
tone of ceremony, and the
light which has always shone
from my eye's has died,
and time and death have taken
me,
there will be a flower still
in bloom in the garden,
that light and time can only
touch but never vanquish,
the youth that never dies.