Leaden Splendor - with audio

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None can
Console him
In his present state
He got up early
Then stayed up late
His mind like butter
In the cold
His actions like those
Of a 70 yr old
His mirror image
Torn asunder
His body cast
In leaden splendor
Makes him
Speculate and wonder
Shall he
Ever recover
Now cast aside
The old sock
Let caffeine break
The mental block
This grumpy soul
Now taken
Shall surely
Sharpen and awaken
Until his eyes
Can clearly see
What the clay is
Meant to be.