From The Sun, August 3, 1915. By H. S. Haskins.

Oh, do I look as old to them
    As they look young to me?
I mean the cop upon his beat,
    The subway employee,
The fireman, the “L” guard and
    The U. S. regular,
The college boy with rah-rah clothes,
    And eke the baseball star.
Time was (and not so long ago)
    They all looked old and sage,
For men of thirty seemed to bow
    Beneath the weight of age.
But step by step I overtook
    The decades, after while,
Until a man of thirty-nine
    Looked mighty juvenile;
And so, till now, when all of these
    Mere children seem to be.
Say, do I look as old to them
    As they look young to me?