“Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!” YearsChildrenReasonLightAgePainPastFallDarkPayLaughingHonorProfoundCastsOld AgeFiftyRaysBlindnessAlasTremblingFlickerDeafnessGout Author:Pierre-Jean de Beranger