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Please forgive me if I did not see

You standing there, there comes a stage

When visibility is quite lost by age;

Noticed by others, although not by me,

You fade into a background

Of things that while they may be there

Are not in any true sense in the here

And now; I wonder, have you found

Your invisibility a blessing in truth,

As freed from the onerous need to bother

What you look like, you think of other

Ways of recapturing lost youth?

I understand that you should feel bereft

Now there is so little time that’s left.