Sunday, November 8, 2009


That fair-skinned youth of yesterday is gone
and in his place this weathered face
with hair of grey
lines etched deep by time
remorseless, ever marching time.

And yet my mind sees still
the youth of yesterday
hiding yet behind the mask of lines.
Never really gone
just off around the corner

For wasn't it just yesterday
when we were young?

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