Old Wounds (Poetry)

They say the legend lives
and yes, it’s true —
but only in the thinness of your voice
a sense of who you were
still lingers
age has robbed you — thieved away
the power that was in you.

I weep inside — and rage —
how changed you look —
greyed and frail under the shine
of stardom —
how the stage you filled so fully
in your youth
now makes you appear so small.

All your songs have echoes —
bounce between
my youth and yours —
it hurts — those words — your lyrics
pierce us both in different ways —
the truths that I take
personally — you penned in decades
lost too many yesterdays ago.

It makes me ache to know
we still can share the same
old wounds.