‘T is just a room, hath four walls and a door
Yet spirit resides in this smallish place
Of him, I do know well, “down to the core”
Visage now ‘fore me…in mirror…my face
‘T was once home, of music, much revelry
Budding faces, smiling faces, dancing sans cares
We lived for today, shunned eternity
The “bloom of the rose” compensated fares
Out of the many, alone, I remain
To “grow up” is to “show up” on new stage
The “cobwebs” and I, share an aching pain
To reread chapter, to turn back the page
Perhaps’t is just as well, now, we can rest
Crow’s feet leave path of last departing guest
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