Keeping
With
My
Youthful
Rage,
I fashion
Words
Of
Passion
Upon
A
Page,
Suitable
For
My
Now
Mellow
Age.
Once,
I paraded
On
Life’s
Stage,
Vain
In
My
Vaunted
Glory,
Long
Praised
For
My
Song.
Now
I have
Come
To
Be
Another
Me,
Possibly
The
Same
As
When
I began
This
Game.
I suppose
I am
A
Fallen
Star,
Now
Traveling
By
Used
Car
On
That
Rocky
Passage
Between
Renown
And
Flat
Ground.