At Sixty
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At sixty
Then
I will not have
A beard hanging from
My chin.
I will be a buffoon.
I will rise higher
And higher in this new profession
I will set target:
Buffoon of the Earth.
And
Below the smiling
And the dark joking
There will be
An ever darker heart
Sad and pining.
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