My life-long journey I made
to the furthest edge
of experience--in patience
and humility-- old age
begins to tell but no message
of understanding or joy
has greeted me in my passage
I'm far from being enriched
what's before me
is dim and desolate--
the field is parched
the trees are starved
the sea is tideless
the sky is charcoal-black
birds have taken flight
new havens to locate
they would never come back
there's nothing here
for an old man to celebrate
but to sigh and regret--
there's not the slightest flicker
of light in the stealthy night
there's no moon awaiting
nor a single star in sight-
I feel the utter emptiness
my heart begins to cry
my feet are frozen in numbness
as the bitter winds unabatedly blow by.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
My life-long journey I made
to the furthest edge
of experience--in patience
and humility-- old age
begins to tell but no message
of understanding or joy
has greeted me in my passage
I'm far from being enriched
what's before me
is dim and desolate--
the field is parched
the trees are starved
the sea is tideless
the sky is charcoal-black
birds have taken flight
new havens to locate
they would never come back
there's nothing here
for an old man to celebrate
but to sigh and regret--
there's not the slightest flicker
of light in the stealthy night
there's no moon awaiting
nor a single star in sight-
I feel the utter emptiness
my heart begins to cry
my feet are frozen in numbness
as the bitter winds unabatedly blow by.
* after T.S.Eliot