Youth
Oh dear, this living and eating and growing old; these doubts and aches in the back, and want of interest in the Moon and Roses...
Am I the person who used to wake in the middle of the night and laugh with the joy of living? Who worried about the existence of God, and danced with young ladies till long after daybreak? Who sang “Auld Lang Syne” and howled with sentiment, and more than once gazed at the summer stars through a blur of great, romantic tears?