Old friend
it pains to see you as you are;
Grasping at old straws of old delights.
Filling in your empty days
with empty, aimless nights.
How soon before the trembling and the shakes?
The snakes and ladders of the mind.
The wobbling gait, the drooling mouth
and lolling tongue?
Old friend
it pains to see you now.
Rembering you
when you were brightly young.
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