Enriched with age, we suffer from the cold,
Yet torrid heat’s a danger to the heart.
The passion that a youthful one just moulds
Would kill some humans old and over-bold.
Oh. happy mean;oh centre that can hold!
This will give us one fine place to start.
Enriched with age, we learn to deal with cold
Yet torrid heat still threatens fragile hearts
Note:
Slouching towards Bethlehem by W B Yeats has the line,The centre cannot hold
