I

lived youth with zest

   later, older than I ever intended

   lived age slower and with more care

   life's passions fenced then

   by inconveniences and forgetting

   the once gifts gone now

   out the stained door of ambition

   down the splintered stairs of fortune

   across the empty parking lot of life

   to the blind quiet of a sepulcher

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