Where has life taken you,
and was it quite far?
Were you able to reach
and find your own star?
What were your passions,
your yearnings;
did you quench youthful burnings,
drink deeply of life;
perhaps light a cigar?
Now forever captured
in an old adventurer’s story,
that no longer stirs the soul;
or beckons to lofty goals
you are reduced to these musings;
with all that you were
now held in a jar,
of stale memories
and mementos,
and the faint smell of cigars.
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