Tender youth,
In time stricken, misplaced,
And in old age,
You've been disgraced.
Two canes to balance
Coarse pallid skin
That's kept silent
Such secret sins.
Illness of forgotten kin:
Your sorrows seen in countenance
and trepid travels that testify
to your innocent benevolence.
But these highways seem
Fragile kite strings
In the dark repose
Of distant lightning.
And on such journeys
It is known
The past is a point
That will not anoint
Your present state of mind,
And all roses wilt,
And all stars explode,
But in between
What long weary roads!
I feel it could have been a little looser with the scheme, but for what it's worth I enjoyed it sir.

Always nice to see you stopping in.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching