When I Was Young

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I was young, oh just a lad,

there came to me a man,

who wore a coat festooned with stars

and on his face a mask,

that changed its shape as shadows do

when winds move through the grass,

who asked me where he’d lost his way,

but who was I to ask

of mysteries of that kind,

so since I had no answers

he turned to go his way, and groaned,

‘oh, why this cruel and futile task?’

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