Once half my age I stood mighty with galls
Watching people pass me by in mundane
As time in moments, through fingers it falls
Seeing masses act like sheep in disdain

The days were racing, years were on the fly
Times changed to bring in new realities
Strangers they became, who once my ally
Vagabond bits of time would never cease

Hair greyed like silver lining around cloud
Still coincident, my present with past
Wisdom in action speaks in voice aloud
Memory to current did move too fast

Having no regrets of what I became
Yearning things in future carry my name