It has been decades
since my decadence.
So sly was I
always did I wonder why.
Why do the birds sing a song so gay?
I want to know all they say.
Before beyond, from whence to where
not even once did I not care.
Slightly sprightly was I
a wild child who yearned to fly.
My loving thoughts kept in mind,
most of youth in age turn blind.
From the decadence arose
a Peter Pan with bells on toes
to stand and beckon all to be
forever young just like me.
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