Said the old man in the mirror to the young man in his heart:
"Look at your watch. Time's ticking on. Soon we'll depart."

Said the young man inside him to the old guy in the glass:
"Enjoy this shindig while we can! Time? Let it pass."

Said the anxious greyhair mildly to his lively inner spark:
"Pretend that nothing's happening? Ignore the creeping dark?"

Replied the youthful spirit to that glum reflected shade:
"Oh make the best of what we can. Things cannot be unmade."

George Simmers

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