How long has it been
since I took
Just one look?

Has it been a score already?
A tenth in a century?
It's been my age.
No longer a prime number.
I'm not amused.
I have to stretch.
Shake my legs out a bit
Wave my hands
But not for the hell of it.

I want something solid.
Show me something
with spark and shine
Like a Wiseman's wine.
Give me something
from my time
without excess rime.

Extend to me a thing
I can reach for it.
For making the effort,
you'll bring creation.
A virtuous restoration.

Muse me.
It's been a while.
Don't make me look twice.
Once is enough
for solace.
Once more,
And we're done.