he thought,
the golden years --
and now look,
what a mess I have become.
All the dapper clothes
and careful styling
cannot hold the truth at bay:
time is passing,
and I am flawed:
the things I used to care about
will rust away
and I will be left...with what?
A tarnished image?
So be it then --
I am what I am.
Oh, no -- that was some other
cartoon character,
equally foolish, equally short-lived...
oh, wait: wasn't that also God?
I guess you get to choose which you remember.
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