His eyesight biased by memories
his reflection mellowed by years
his heart still beat to things beautiful
a man who had overcome his fears

With each passing day he realized
that he just couldn't shake off that smell
unsure when that older man had taken up
residence inside of that mortal shell

With sadness he now faced his mortality
and yearned for his younger days again
to relive a few more precious moments
that had been wasted in personal gain.

The End

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