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Once as a child I sat in fort of wood,

How long ago it was

Now youth lost to age.

Time has passed from time of play,

To times of work,

And time between is lost to dream.

Sat like statue,

Not frightened but not alone

While things changed and things became.

How to slow time

To reverse age but then

Would youth be as sweet with burden of knowledge?

Only to reflect, to gaze from distance

Like museum artifact.

My life in memory,

On display in dreams had,

Stories of past revealing self

And what once was.

And this boy is,

Ever changing and rearranging

But always the same but to a different beat

A different pace

And a different dream.

I dream like movies played in theatres of solitude

And these moments reveal the inner

That remains constant throughout time.

Once, ago, I sat in fort of wood

And dreamt of days to come

While with each second my youth gave away

To age-

Life slowly inching forward

Closer to death.

Life ends, we all know,

And from the beginning an end is surely known-

Not by measuring are we aware,

Life cannot be measured

For life here will end in a time beyond our control.

Once, in fort of wood,

I was a boy but still that boy am I

And though the exterior has changed

The soul remain unchanged by age.