When your skin has lost its sheen,

When your thighs have become dimpled,

When your elbow has callused,

When the tautness of what

I’d spent my days dreamin

And nights splitting

Has become patulous,- lose not your hope.

Refresh your memory of how they were

The milestones of my manhood.

History is not writing journals,

It is the inscriptions of the feelings of a winner.