Whom the gods love by Margaret E. Bruner

“Whom the gods love die young,” I used to quote
Glibly, but in the rather thoughtless way,
One says a thing that he has learned by rote,
Not knowing the meaning which the words convey
For then I thought it meant they died when young
In years, and this no doubt is often true;
But now with time a clearer note has rung
New meaning to the words; there are a few
Whom time can never age—not even with years;
These keep a dream, nor let its flame burn low…
They look ahead, beyond regrets and tears—
Old age is something they can never know.