When I consider my past,
I see old time as I'd recall reverie,
The fading shadow of an old flag mast.
I try to embrace time;
Till it is entwined,never to be free
From the dreary swing of clock chime.
I wander with my life's silhouette,
Trailing behind all that is left of me
In a melancholy duet.
I deny that I am deprived
The luxury of longevity,
And that, all these years,only time has survived.