The clandestine years crept up on me
wagging its chin and with ogre ears
speak louder for I can't hear
wrinkly skin like an elephant be.
My senior friends come round for tea
I call them gently, "My dears"
for the clandestine years snuck up on me
wagging its chin and with ogre ears.
At the end barely able to see
then my mind crowded with fears!
As sundown comes and the darkness nears.
Yet in my heart a child runs free
though clandestine years crept up on me.
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