** What was once **
Your youth beckons
As shiny things attract a black crow
What was you still hold
Not realising what is in your possession
Till having lost what it is
You see another with what you once possessed
And must teach yourself contentment
Reach a satisfactory truce with yourself
Of what you now possess
And what the future as yet unlived
Shall offer up for your endurance
Always glancing enviously at lithe light limbed youth.
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