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OLD MAN”S REVERIA

Friends of yesterday are gone and Time
Is feeling like the lightning, in a blur,
Like horses, moments gallop, when the spur
Is dug in quivering flanks, grey with grieve.

To weep at such grave moments is no crime,
All memories are shadows and selfsame
And unsubstantial substitutes and laurels,
Apologies for ruddy bubbling prime-

So let me face the fact, a different clime
Is reigning in my life and my sight
Is weak with vintage years, once so bright,
But now has faded, crumbled like the time,

Which needs removal and a coating new
My time has come to change my garment too.

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