30 years, then and now.
you lost all hair,
a compulsory version
of Yul Brynner
still short but this time
on paler skin
your eyes are still sharp
less the silence
on a drink you pour out
what life did to you
as always this drink
will still be my treat
oh man, time has not
changed
your poverty.
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