When your appetite falls
And your eyes require the aid of glass,
Feed on this verse instead of pizza
As your sunset hours lazily pass.
When your love succumbs to the weight of age
And you alone reminisce about a blissful past,
Read these lines to cure the stinging nostalgia,
For no life can the count of time outlast.
And commit them to your senile memory
Before your eyes completely close,
So that you may recite them all the way
To that Idyllic Land where poets don’t compose.
And should you find there a want of verse
(For I hear that there poetry is yet unsung) ,
Lead them in reciting these lines as you learned,
And wait for me, for my blood is still throbbing young.
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