Contemptuous youth gives way
and childlike ardor
Is Replaced by cool reality
our imagined defects
consumed by creeping frailty
persistent distant memory
Small but potent
Resists every effort
To scrub clean the past and
Make now the present
Within these cathedral walls
A phalanx of shades pass through
Ever murmuring
Witnesses to my poverty
Elusive and hollow
Just out of reach
Leaving me ever unfilled
And longing
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