When you’re old

Revelations come thick and fast

But the bastards do not last

Rust on the gold

Spreads corrosion wide it seems

On old, new and ‘forever’ dreams

Discovering Adams’ music

One great eureka moment, yes. 

Lasted a week or so I guess

Till of that too, I just grew sick

Or rather, it somehow slipped away

Into the light of another boring day

Revelations, dreams

Including some should last forever

Eureka moments that should never

Wither and fade like finest gleams

In once young eyes never returning

(Only a misplaced squint of yearning…)

One blessing though remaining 

Shines, through summer’s old

De-corrodes the rusting gold:

My Allie always reigning

In my heart and bound to be

There to a kind of eternity 

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