The time is has passed
for me to be
the sort of man
I used to be
I had my time
to sloth
and fret
and by my word
I don't regret
Like leaves
they fall
away from me:
my vices, bad habits,
my illness and needs
To grow in their place
a peace most remembered
from times when my dreams
were not torn and rendered
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