Slow Man
I am left a slow man
Body and mind. I stumble
Along hanging breathless
On the world's tail, drag
Through mud of new
Time. The young - well, what
I know of them - wasteful, wasteful,
Wasteful. As if the world revolves
For them. Better that I be on my way
Eyes and body closed.
P.S.: I have to try harder to make each line original, unique, interesting...
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