The face I see
If I should look
Intently so,
Its likeness
Staring at me
Be one I know
From years ago
Pre thirty-three,
Yet still can’t see
Abiding visage be
Beyond a score
Plus ten or more,
When melancholy
Told of bygone days,
That did assure
Past dances pure
Stay in my mind,
Sustained alive
Neath the surface
Of infinitude,
A facsimile
That interfaces,
With life my circus
Of continuous change,
As time sculpts crags
Upon what’s mine,
Though what remains
In time’s erratic bane,
Be not the face
Lives in my mind!