I feel the trembling of my left hand.
For why you tremble so old friend?
Of old age? No! Not it.
Those hardships life has brought thee,
Has made you old in soul while young in life.
Rise, Old friend! Duty calls…
For you must tell what has been untold,
For what we’ve seen and done, none has seen nor (has) believed.
Thou art my friend the hand of left that tells the “right“.
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