4 and 6 together
make a lovely ten
but stand them close together
and you'll see my now and when
my life feels more like ten
deep into the night
but the current ebbs and flows
can the hour glass be right?
how can it be I've aged
4 and 6 no more,
and how can youth's sweet pleasures
lie like sand on distant shores?
I look at every line
each earned ever more
I'll not bemoan life's present
but reach out for what's in store.
(c) ArdentTly
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