Marsha Burns – I grow old

There are, of course, other poses to strike on the way to the exit. I saw an elderly man walking with brisk good cheer around Green Lake wearing a t-shirt with the legend, “Don’t trust anyone under 70.” Andrew Marvell didn’t want to last that long. He was an early advocate of an attitude best known today as The Who’s My Generation (Hope I Die Before I Get Old). Too bad Keith Moon didn’t live long enough to hear The Zimmers sing his band’s most famous song. Their effort might have slowed down his forward hurtle. Then again, maybe not.

From Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Speaking of making the sun run, here’s, first, SuttonBeresCuller‘s Merrry Go Round and second, Miwa Yanagi‘s Grandma and Mineko.