Antique Song

Too old, too old to play the part,
Too old, God only knows!
I’ll keep the little silver heart,
The red and folded rose.

And in the arms of someone strong
You’ll have what we had none.
I’ll finish up my winter song
For you. It’s almost done.

But oh! the kisses that we kissed,
That swept me to the shore
Of seas where hardly I exist,
Except to kiss you more.

I have the little silver heart,
The red and folded rose.
The one you gave me at the start,
The other at the close.

He waited for you all night long.
Go run to him, go run.
I’ll finish up my winter song,
For you. It’s almost done.

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The last poem written by Leonard Cohen