Here's another published poem of mine.
There was a time when I was young
Decades, decades back.
Head full of jet black hair,
And tremendous knack,
For everything slow and slack.
Youth has passed whisperingly by
Like Rip Van Winkle's nod,
Squandered my tender years,
In daydreams of grandeur
Wishing on falling stars,
Living a life of farce.
If I could thumb a ride back,
In a Time Machine,
Deliver I would myself
from those past sins,
And arrive again at this mellow phrase,
with no regrets
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