I see in the mirror the old man I will become
Like a child watching the last days of summer
Slipping through arms outstretched and grasping
Has it all been a wasted fading-light afternoon
Or is the inevitable end of childhood and youth
Simply too close for sober clear-eyed perspectives
Only time will tell, and she keeps her secrets close
Even as we, Red Queens all, must run ever faster
Just to keep pace with an accelerating world

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