when young i was an open fool
quite plain for all to see
with arrant rage, i waxed falsely sage
wore airs of mystery
time has stripped me of these visas
thrown open all my windows wide
on my barren walls, in my empty halls
still exists some humble place to hide
what age has next to confiscate
is your soft weak quivering jewel
i've played my part, time harvests hearts
and then i die, again a fool
# posted by Adamji @ 9:59 PM
