Remember When You Are Old
Remember when you are old and grey
And your hands and legs tremble a bit,
Forlorn beside a fire-place lit
You'd sit with your fingers clasped in pray.
An old tattered book upon your lap
Archived in your mind lost days of old,
Sweet memories in a frame of gold
That would then saunter without a map.
Deep furrowed brow, eyes fatigued and sore
Desire to touch a bygone face,
Peeled away in life’s maddening race
Loved voices you'd won't to hear once more.
You would hate the spell that time would cast
Wanting that your scanty days just flee,
Far away to some infinity
That you be united with your past.
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