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When I was Nine... |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
When I was but a boy of nine, I knew not of vespertine, All I knew was end of day, Was the time to cease my play. By the time I turned sixteen, I knew not of world's unseen, My universe, a solipsist, What was beyond did not exist. When I turned age twenty-four, I knew that there was something more, But what it was I did not know, T'was twenty-four when first felt woe. By thirty-eight, at middle-age, I had a thirst, to quench, assuage, No more I sought of love and laughter, Yet knew not what I was after. Years flew by, age fifty-one, I felt as if life near was done, It ate at me, this unseen cancer, A wasted life without an answer. Tonight I gazed on heaven's high, At day's end as night drew nigh, At sixty-nine, I first espied, Vespertine, and then I died. [This message has been edited by Tim (04-11-2008 09:42 PM).] |
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SkaaDee Member
since 2008-04-07
Posts 116Canada |
I sense something profound in this. I like that. |
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Larrysmom Senior Member
since 2008-04-03
Posts 533Florida, USA |
This makes me feel sad… A life that did not find its meaning until its end… Beautiful and sad. Tammy<333 |
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