Clear-headed time at a touch Shows all too much. The resentful body grows old; Youth and strength have gone Disgraced from the stage. Vague as a notion, The room swims into view; Dawn stutters into motion. Time has done to you Things time shouldn't do. An old man stares out From an oval steel mirror, Your face in one clout The face of a stranger: Cataract-eyed, his blind Grip gone round a razor.