By Luis G. Dato

When the slow scythe of flying fleeting Time,
Shall our eyes dull and take their morning glow,
At last shall cut the summer of our prime,
And dark Care sit upon our furrowed brow;

When the dear friends of youth we shall see go,
Like dead leaves whirling, in the evening shed,
When days shall fade, and lengthening shadows grow,
And we with the departed feel our heart grow cold;

When spite ourselves, remorselessly the years,
Shall draw us near the ultimate, dark abyss,
Nor all our prayers, nor all our sobs, our tears,
Recall to life again the buried bliss;

When light shall vanish from the thoughtful brow,
Turn sullen by the wall our useless lyre,
When we have known all that there is to know
Of Life and Love, of passion and desire;

The past shall come to us like twilight fair,
And fill our soul with pleasant revery,
Lulling to rest the cloudy face of care,
With the cool hands of tender Memory.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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