CHANGING WINDS.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 3, 1 April 1920, Page 11

CHANGING WINDS.

Kenneth L. Roberts.

I remember, I remember, When I had reached sixteen, How rare my judgment was of age; How piercing and how keen. A man of twenty-five was old ; And almost senile he Who doddered past me at the age Of thirty-two or three. I remember, I remember, When I was sixty-two, How much my views had broadened out, How ripe they were, and true. A man of fifty was a child; And one had just begun To enter hap;|y middle age On Teaching eighty-one.