Years upon years
of a hidden yearning
like a volcano smoldering
glowing hot.
Years upon years
wrinkles crinkling
mental cogs slipping
the step slowing still.
At an age near oblivion
who could foresee
that you would appear
from blackness of endless space
to stoke the coals to burning bright?
Red roaring raging fire
rumbling from the core
just waiting to erupt.
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