I was young forever in my early twenties.
I was infinitely young and immortal
from about age 20 to age 34.
I was really somethin!

But now I’m oldly looking on with a glass eye
that turns a little too unnatural, a little walleye.

Shakespeare we don’t know.
He kept himself out, all we know is the totality of the vision.
A vision that grew, that got wider, deeper, wiser.

Then you got suckers like me
who just talk about ourselves
as our visions get colder, glassier, further, blacker, emptier.

Too bad!
Doubtless there was something there at some time.
And isn’t that how it goes!?

AMW/BW/that gloom