I once was a soft egg.
I once feared my self.
The time to please has now come again.
Don now your laurel tag,
your home inside the shelf.

I once grew ears of joy.
I once cried to smiles.
Now when the monsters come again,
it won't be to a boy
but a stone rolled miles and miles.

I once took happy pictures.
I once remembered you.
The chance has to ash now gone,
a past held by fixtures
from dusk to this high noon.

I once felt strong,
a memory to cherish.
I once held together
with astounding marriage.
I once gave you faces
for you alone, my dear.
I once grew naivete,
a crop declined this year.