The ghost of the past haunts
As time passes and youth loses
I was young with pride and infectious
Passions
With beauty and lustful eyes
Pursuing
I resisted it all for virtue
With success
Now I am older, more wiser
richer, and more reputable
But still lesser in youth
And in beauty, lesser in
Wandering eyes though richer
In love
Youthfulness have deserted me
Though I try to recover it
It is lost,
time is irrevocable
Now I move forward
Praying it was worth it
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