I see the face,
A crowded place
That tells of life,
Would indicate
A past so filled,
Yet but depicts
A slightest trace
Of puerile days,
To hoary layers
Of crinkly grace,
Time so risks take
What’s left to hold
That offers hope
For man so bold,
To skirt a while
His resting place,
And he not find
The face he’d known
Now buried neath
A senescent waste!
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