There’s much I can not do.
Or maybe won’t, one might say,
knowing there’s room in life
for both those two.
I’ve done a lot before,
answering the world’s cri de couer,
before the years crept on,
in a youth as pretty as the dawn,
those early days,
acting out the wild,
only lately becoming
this elderly child.
So, yes, I guess,
it’s more that I won’t even if I can,
simply trying to be
a gentler man.
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