I observed an elderly puppet master, with a puppet on a string,
And my heart was sore for such a young and delicate thing.
The puppet did dance at his command
And he gripped her hand
Exceeding tight.
But out of sight
Of her master, I fancied that I saw the puppet wink
And I did think
On age and youth,
And appearance and truth
K Morris - Poet 
I love this. You conjour such magic:
On age and youth,
And appearance and truth
The ending lifts an already brilliant poem into the stratosphere!
Many thanks for your extremely kind words, Paul. I am delighted that you like “Puppet Master”. All the best, Kevin