An Old Mans Memory.

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I remember the times when I was happy.
When I could be free with my words.
A time that felt more alive.

In that time lived a young man.
Who saw the world with bright eyes.
The air was crisp, and my steps moved in straight lines.

I use to smile then.
My voice was full of laughter.
Every where I went my libido would follow after.

I was brave.
There was no fear in me.
I was young, and foolish to think I could live forever.

I look at those times when I ruled the world.
It brings a smile to these cracked lips and wrinkled cheeks.
My blurry eyes drop a few tears in remembrance of forgotten years.