one single deep furrow
in the midst of thine brow
started to stay
a gentle mayday?
or a perfect fellow
for the hair turns grey?
a single confident line
who visited thee this morning
came with no warning
to stay and celebrate this life so fine
signature of the time
deeper than a well
longer than a mile
the great map of thine
carved in rhyme
by the hand of time
the poem thy can find
in thine awesome lines
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