to whom the years have parted

I shall be gone, then.
Since you insist on walking the way alone.
Far from home, I sat beneath
the Eucalyptus trees
and dined with ghosts who have long since left.
Although, the memories linger still.
Look you! The place where time does slow.
Keep low, lest it demand the toll.
Staring back at I, the image of a man,
body wracked by the long passage of life,
years apart from the boy I used to know.

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