To-day is a special day
a decade has decayed
a new one stands - dismayed?
I will not fear the gray
but embrace it in every way
as if it were my last say
come whatever may pass.
I won't yearn for the soiree
but look back upon the last
gleaming over the portrays
in rosy colors of bouquets
of experiences - aghast.
The decades of fine ballets
will forever be dossiers
of musical notes and essays.
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