My Love Is Young
my love is young & i am old
she'll need a new man soon
but still we wake to clip and talk
to laugh as one
to eat and walk
beneath our five-year moon
good moon good sun
that we do love
i pray the world believe me
& never tell me when it's time
that i'm to die
or she'd leave me
by Earle Birney
toronto 1978
1904-1977
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