I gaze into the glassy pond,

And see the path of life beyond.

From frisky child with spindrift hair

Running ragged devoid of care,

To luscious lovers' tender yearing

That fills the heart with passion burning.

As time creeps in and takes its stand

When did that little child disband?

Not for the poor and lonely soul,

Bitter and broken that none can console,

But proud and strongly I grasp the line

And stake a claim to make it mine.

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