Age does bend her captives low
‘Tween here and there, and then to now,
And weighs their once green branches down
Under weight of many snows.
The crowns that once were lifted high
Towards promises writ in the sky,
Now hanging down with thousand cares,
No more looking to the air.
Youthful dreams have seeped away.
Each one dreamed in warmer days
When sun was hot and noon was long,
With ease of youthful songs.
Her sneaky tricks and wicked charms
Caused them to lay down their arms
And fritter time, which they contend
Will always be their friend.
Her spells are limited as such
And cannot curse them all that much.
For each step closer to the bones
Is one step closer home.


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