The Old Road to Paradise/To a Young Girl at a Window

4512718The Old Road to Paradise — To a Young Girl at a WindowMargaret Widdemer
TO A YOUNG GIRL AT A WINDOW
The Poor Old Soul plods down the street,
Contented, and forgetting
How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild
And how her life is setting;

And you lean out to watch her there,
And pity, nor remember,
That Youth is hard, and Life is hard,
And quiet is December.