Everything that is beautiful, refined, poignant

About a blameless you … I despise without merit

This mangled, aged face and useless, clumsy hands

They too, fervently despise the newness of you

Still I smile and bid you well before admirers in rising circles

It is treasonous for my mouth and mind

Nonetheless, one must be astronomically above forty-five

One must be foster diplomacy, etiquette and patriotic civility

 

 

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