Diminished

How quickly I have aged,  My frolic over, gone ere I knew Separated from my vast pursuits I am left with the mundane. Still vivid are the great pageants The well-earned victories The solemn losses, the valiant tries The…

An Elegy on Arriving Late

To you whose sand has slipped at last Be sure that some think far too fast Your words, your voice, forever stilled And what is left seems loud and shrill. The world you feared while you were here Had sought your heart…