I witnessed with my own eyes
No one can dissent that
How soon youth dies
Like a tap or pat
I have seen vigor
I have seen olive oil
Loose his virginity
And flow
Across the fingers
Down to earth
Futility
At fifteen
I saw a fire
Lit and blazing
And then smoke rose
And vanished like vapor
In the morning
I have tasted it all
Youth and time
They don't get a long
Yet I know quite well
I will remain young
Forever,
For age is just but digital
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