Carnation

The sound of music
reaches my ears.
Music from a time gone by
which now to most is just a shadow.
Ages fly by
quickly, giving no one time
to question why.

I know not why myself
nor do I care.
Just fetch me my top hat,
and my gold-handled walking stick
and yes, we mustn’t forget
my boutonniere.
I must look my best;
for tonight I have
a date with destiny.

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