When age has left its footprints upon my tired face,

And marked a quiet jade in the blue of my eyes,

The life of my youth will be a memory,

And I will hold it close like a fragile rose.

When they stop to ask me where the soul lies,

Where my heart beats in those older days,

I’ll take a step forward and look into their own eyes,

Nothing in the past is a waste if you wanted it at the time.

What else is there that would be left to say?

I could regret a million things and answer with bite,

Makes excuses for every step gone wrong,

Or prove that there’s beauty woven through life,

And reliving the memories could revive me for a time,

Leaving my heart beating fresh blood through my veins.

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