464 (30.09.2015)

When I see now the wrinkles on my face,
It's hard to feel that it is really me,
How did this old man suddenly displace,
The youthful fellow that I used to be.
Although inside I sort of feel the same,
My body's lagging just a bit behind,
My thought's as quick as ever I could claim,
Yet energy and speed are hard to find.
And so I look into those wrinkled eyes,
And search for youth that never will look back,
I'm trapped forever in this strange disguise,
A squinting man with skin that's loose and slack.
I feel as old and ancient as the sea,
But am as young as I will ever be.

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