Time will pass
without remorse
but
memories endure.
I look into
the mirror now
and find
I've no allure.

And yet,
I smile,
a secret smile
at what
I once
had been.
My youth
has fled
but
I'm content
at what
I "was"
back "when".

I had my time
and though
they say
"youth is wasted
on the young".
I know I've still...
within my heart...
a song that's
yet unsung.