I remember very young in my youth

as a boisterous, uneven, man.

Side by side in the mirror

examining who I am.

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The years grow long, my time is older.

The warmth of life and love…

it’s a little slower and a bit less bolder.

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But to one who seeks the truth

it is just a passing day.

Another place and rest

somewhere for my hat to lay.

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The time will come when one must sleep

and the world will fade away.

But lo, sweet friend, there is more to see

and his face you’ll meet on that eternal day.

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