lament that you are old and irrelevant in your mid-thirties
winning tag: #lord byron
‘Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm—the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Plus a supplemental, very scholarly rendition from The Toast.






















