I wish that I were old again
Now that ancient times have set.
And the bonfire of life smolders
My world is a tumble of unknown days
Old friends gone or cloistered, far-away
Too many lying cold among the stones
Supper rolls sooner, as the clock chimes five
With a single plate and yesterday’s napkin
Breakfast flounders with tasteless eggs
Coffee shop women still loan their smiles,
But don’t know my name.
Days wander on like lost ducks
Which month is this I wonder?
Yesterday was….hell I don’t remember.
Shall I rake the yard?
And maybe see neighbors strolling by?
Faces I should know
With names I don’t remember.
There is something I should do today
Since yesterday tumbled by forever.
Should I rake the yard?
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