Oh silent magician,
Grandfather of Old.
Deny selfish wishes
Grant memories re-told.

Silent your footsteps,
Sneak up on us all,
No need for speed,
You’ll wait till we fall

Making your move,
Some unknown morrow,
No way to bargain,
Beg, steal or borrow.

Denial precedes you,
Mixed with some sin,
Pour it on thick,
Before reality sets in.

Break the news gently,
Or hard as a rock,
When the truth hits,
Still comes as a shock.

When the smoke clears,
Time’s waiting for you,
To show you the riches,
Young ones never knew.


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