Old Again, Young Again
The mirror of a life that’s mine
Sits journeyed in the wall.
The face is young, its glance is not,
As old and young recall.
The answer, fading, pauses there
Though burning in the mind,
Young again to feel the world,
Yet aged well like fine wine.
We can just once have been there young,
Where now we cast, as old -
Our image into moistened eye,
Both now and then, to hold.
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