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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 4. Twilight
Twilight
Weep, old man, for chances lost
Oh, I'm fine...
all life's ugly details glossed,
and rest upon a broken down settee,
yet melancholy tunes won't set you free.
Mourn, old man, go on and pine
...those were days...
for the long past days that shine;
beneath the grey unbroken cloud one might
recall sweet moments in the fading light.
Cry, old man, your eyes upraise,
...have we met?
see your sons through time's dark haze;
unlucky those urged on by fortune's goad
to take, unheeding, that well travelled road.
Grieve, old man, for victims yet,
...oh, it aches...
those who pay our deepest debt;
if only we had stood instead of run,
their golden days would only have begun.
Hope, old man, it's dawn that breaks
...melting frost...
hate, outnumbered, cringing quakes;
behold the hidden brotherhood of men
whose lives unbound lie far beyond our ken.
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