Youth troubles over eternity; age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day. - Mary Gilmore

Never admit the pain,
Bury it deep;
Only the weak complain.
Complaint is cheap.

"I'm old
Botany Bay;
Stiff in the joints,
Little to say.I am he
Who paved the way,
That you might walk
At your ease to-day;
[...]
I split the rock;
I felled the tree:
The nation was —
Because of me!"Old Taking the sun
From day to day. ...
Shame on the mouth
That would deny
The knotted hands
That set us high!

I never knew how wide the dark,
I never knew the depth of space,
I never knew how frail a bark,
How small is man within his place,Not till I heard the swans go by,
Not till I marked their haunting cry,
Not till, within the vague on high,
I watched them pass across the sky. ...