  The old man in his fast car Leaves Achilles lagging, The old man with his long gun Outshoots Ulysses’ bow, Nestor in his botched old age Rivals Ajax bragging, To Nestor’s honeyed courtship Could Helen say “No”? Yet, ancient, since you borrow From youth the strength and speed, Seducing as an equal His playmates in the night, He, robbed, assumes your sceptre, He overgoes your rede, And with his brown and lively hairs Out-prophesies your white. |
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