Remembrance of Things Passed
When old age arrives adorned in grey grace,
When desultory dreams of fast fled youth
Persistently insist on poignant truth -
Among a few, stands out one loving face.
That one she so capriciously ignored,
Audaciously still spinning Fortune’s wheel.
While life of youth promised the better deal,
She spurned his love and chose to be adored.
Now by the fireplace she reminisces -
If strolled another path where would she be… ?
Nostalgic tears drip on old diary,
That love, heartfelt deal, she dearly misses.
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