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As I remember days gone by,

That called for me to place a step,

Beneath a blue and sunny sky,

To find a cause to be firmly kept.



Where I would stroll with quick, deft stride,

And pedagogic in my gait,

I would carry the song of life,

That could be heard in echoes then of pate.



And tho' the steps did stumble lo',

Across many a marsh and swamp akin,

To the soggy ground that many go,

I would saunter on and my heels would ring.



But now alas I find my peds,

Drag along under wintery skies,

And search for the very ends,

That do their time undo my life.



With pouch of 'baccy and glass of scotch,

I sit on stool by bar at pub,

Recounting journeys past enough,

While feeling the warmth of a long day's rub.



And the walk I take is only found,

Between distances known afar,

Across the marsh and soggy ground,

To find a seat at the local bar.