I knew you when you were old

I knew you when you were old,

I saw you pushed in that chair,

Waiter making you comfortable,

Young you are now and beautiful,

Old you shall be then but still beautiful,

Why this sadness then for what will be?

Why a sense of loss?

For you are now vulnerable but not frail,

And then you shall be both,

A hint of future lost ness,

Of this now most brilliant time,

Ghosts of future reaching back,

Slowly methodically stirring the tranquil waters of now,

Oh yes, I knew you when you were old.