Reflections From a Quiet Room, A Poem

As the quiet surrounds me
In this small room,
My Inner Serenity
Begins to bloom.

My thoughts turn inward
To while 'way the night
Many hours ahead
Even after the light.

But there is another
Side to this tale
That of a man
Feeling fated to fail.

What makes me afraid,
So precious and pure,
Is the thought of losing
My feral allure.

I once was a man
Too hated by few
And as the years passed,
My handsomeness grew.

But now I feel old
and though I still know
My years are yet few
I take it as blow

To see those who flocked
And frollicked with me
In years soon passed
Have forgotten of me

The friends who called
For me to return
Now see set to fit
My image'theirs burn

And I love my new life
And all those I know
From my gorgeous true wife
To my friends now in tow

But still I feel that
Those I once knew
Will forget me more
With memories new

To the point where I,
A faded old man
of a jaded Twenty-Eight
Am not part of the plan.

And those I've impressed
And those I've appalled
And those I've distressed
Will forget me, all.

Is there a way back?
I've yet to find one,
But I know this one fact,
I'm pretty much done.

My wife brings me strength
And to her I'll stay true
And a life lived without
I shall never rue.

I've had my fun,
I've had my thrills,
I've loved many people,
In suits and frills.

My family true,
Both blood and without,
Will be in my heart,
 'Till the days run out.

I shall never forget thee,
My friends of old,
But it's time to move on,
(If I may be so bold).

So as I mourn
The days long passed,
One thing left to say:
With you, I've felt blessed.