I see your face in this days early light,
Not recognised but somehow known.
Age has not treated you that well,
time unfortunately needs to be repaid.
You do not recognise me, but why would you,
skin and a bag of bones a few months old I was.
Selfish you definitely were, evil you weren\'t,
Your replacement unfortunately very much was..
How can I hate the tadpole that pierced the egg,
the eventual winner of that swimming race.
A sadness sweeps over me now,
A sense of something forever lost.