Now and Then by Robert Mezey



Never again the drunkenness of youth.

The taste of life then was almost too sweet.


And shé lay beside me in the night.

I was so happy then, I was willing to die.


Now that death draws near, I am afraid--

Now that I have so little left to lose.


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