Was I? (Am I Not Twenty Three Forever)

And if 
I am tired,
With aching bone or tightening sinew.
Or dogged at night
With a witch of love.
Or because of some distant love, 
Find I am lonely.
Then once again my arms are out,
I am on  fire screaming, 
Whenever I am told, 
I am old.

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