Naked as a thought expires,
Leaving me with an empty hand.
Desire seems to fade and grow soft,
Like the emptiness of life..
I cling to the reservoir of thoughts,
That can stll arouse an old man.
Thoughts of a naked youth,
When life was exciting then.
Still the palm trees will sway
In the soft breeze from the bay.
I can still hear childrens laughter,
As they run around and play.
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