Written Sitting On the Front Lawn of Lambda Chi Alpha In 2012

To have lived from the sensuous eye Whose sight reflects all the seen that's not, Enchanted by gates of which thy heart abides Life's howling western winds -- stop not! Foreign familiar faces that once awoke Stirred inner paths embarked upon Before, yet the same on looking road, Built on memories so dearly held to bone -- Oh Time! Thou careless roaming tyrant, Puppet master, up pulling Night from Day My fountain of youth I see retiring! Past I's thou mouldest and hath Shaped.