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Lament to an Old Friend

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Over mounts buried 'bove in yellow sun and sheltered 'neath greenwich grass,
Whither the tormentuous beast takes refuge amidst the living ash,
An old man waits for me, shakily watching the waves clashing.
Wayless, I peer past treetops and catch reflected rays from a distant friend.
Vincible seems this ancient plot now beleaguered; vulnerability hath made its acquaintance.
Nostalgia grasps my sleeve and moves the earth 'round, leading me down.
Taking time to sniff the ground, to tread a heavy breeze through the alpine trees,
Listening without looking as I pass the lake's still beat, echoing into nothingness,
Come now to a passage well worn by boots I once owned, 'pears a soiled scene.
Taking this route over the bank, I descry the patient mister 'neath the pale water,
His faded eyes regard mine and I must turn aside in shame, for he mustn't see,
How unfriendly the years have been, as equally cruel to him as they have to me.

A poem about a man revisiting a forest with a lake he once roamed as a young man. He sees himself in the reflection of the now murky lake, an old friend who time has not been good to.
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Slug22's avatar
Mine is still inside me, he tells me I'm young and skinny and well able to run and dance ;) and as always I listen to him and agree. I hope at least that this will never change... to be old and boring would be a terrible end :rofl:

Nice work :D