You have no grasp on human existence. I cannot even venture to guess what childhood atrocities must have been inflicited on you to make you want to write such an empty and uninspired piece of shit as this. You're just one more sorry ass strutting around in this pitiful sanctuary for self-important asses. This drivel lacks all relevancy. Is this what you sit around pondering about? Is this the most intriguing most profound most soulful experience you can write about? What the fuck, are you some kind of horrible mutant? Try 'writing' something pertinent, germane, material, apropos to the soul and its struggle. It's tragic that such a bunch of heartless pukes have turned a once stimulating arena of thought into a incestuious hotbed of superfluous and inferior banter. The fact that some idiots feel it neccessary, let alone plausible, to leave comments on such atrocities is only more proof that you've all completely lost connection with the drama of human existence. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Get a life. A real one consisting of love and loss, pain and exrutiating ecxtasy, the awareness of our absurd and fleeting existence. You're all stuck in a boring putrid land of make believe. Fucking losers.

You can't dash away? Who really dashes, in real life i mean, who dashes? You corny idiot.

Not deserving of a zero. This is actually a really good read, and has some choice passages - and you can dash, although I would remind you that 'a gentleman will walk but never run'. I don't want to try critiquing this at all as I like the whole thing, in particular the middle of stanza one and all of stanzas three and four. The only suggestion I'd make is that the autumn/winter of life aspect isn't as original as the rest.