Shadows remain of the largesse
boon of youth now well spent
replaced by a prize of the years
trade endowed by Father Time

once the lines were more straight
or untouched by gravity
curves blessed to remain
until the swap had been made

all I had was that frame
and promise of a future time
what I thought was poverty
was much more when I look back

now I look around the world
to see my friends who exist
in a realm in which I walked
now removed by a chasm’s breadth

gold arrived with the silver
some by the fool, the rest was blessed
if the latter could compensate
for the fading in my hair

I'll not complain too much my friend
this other boon is bird at hand
this clock moves forward only
the two in bush cannot return.

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