When You Are Old
Each wrinkle scribes where adventure found
Each tattered map sketched with their speckled blood
Tales remembered where time never stood
Trodden swiftly and buried underground
Memories linger in an aged mind
Which does yearn escape and in comfort sought
In loving embrace and battles once fought
Lies in a weakened state for all mankind
Conversation drawn in quieter day
Where solitude imprisons, sentence drawn
No quarter given when body now worn
Where silent victor and no words to say
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