Revised sonnet #1595e
I played against the sharpest card the One
To win the tightest trick and save my face
Though quite aware he was a wizard ace
I was in luck as well as love undone
I saw him lined and weary flinch from fun
His girl a decade younger steeped in grace
Just quickly combed his locks of grey in place
The while my wretched change of life begun
I saw him later young at stem cell ease
His locks black wholly fixed his face unlined
His girl two decades younger dipped in kind
The while my walking frame helped hips halt freeze
The first read highly strung a social switch
The next read lowly strung a perfect pitch
Chorus switch incarnation replacement