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despaired old age (Other) by mystic enoch 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.
Up the ladder:
Malaysia
Down the ladder:
turn back time
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Posted: December 13, 2006 3:58 PM PST; Last modified: December 13, 2006 3:58 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.905148 Overall Rank: 9760 Comments:
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Dovina @ 208.127.72.158
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13-Dec-06/9:35 PM
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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.
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