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.
Poetry
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