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When Eliot told about the gifts of age   
he spoke the truth; but only half the truth. 
Let me reveal a kinder, riper, stage; 
a gift that springs from discipline in youth, 
which spices every moment that one lives. 
It is to sense each moment as the last; 
to savour every fleeting joy life gives 
in present beauties: free of all our past 
and present debts. The human mind well-stored 
interprets nature's gifts with added zest. 
Through work and knowledge comes this great reward: 
enjoyment of old age the final test.
 
We get what we have earned, maturity; 
the only right, the one security. 	 	   		    
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]