Fifty nearly out of sixty six
Years
Has sadness been writ in my face
My brows have to the weather looked
Faced
The heat, the chill, and fevers of a life
The vomiting of each suffering:
The nails tearing the walls
In deep despair
The tattering of miseries
Fifty nearly out of sixty six
Years.
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