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despaired old age

by mystic enoch

Member since 2005 · Posted 13 Dec 2006 · 1 comment

My seasons have passed. Summer then spring. Youth fades with the autumn wind. Now I'm old, and the winter is so cold. My body has seen better days. I need rest. Living in this world but longing for the next. Help has deaf ears with eyes cast downward. Fate sits in the corner over there looking confounded. Hope knows the deal with death is binding. Knowing that its near I hope I find it.

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[6] Dovina 13-Dec-06/9:35 PM Reply
The usual sequence is spring then summer, so I began intrigued by the switch. But then you mention autumn in its traditional old-age meaning, and winter coming, which totally confuses me, because I thought you would say something besides the worn-out aging/seasons thing. "Longing for the next" could be made into a "spring" metaphor, but I find only "eyes cast downward." Clarity seems lost here.