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Old Man

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I’m not that lover, filled with passion, -
That youth, who left the world amazed:
Alas, my spring and summer passed now,
And didn’t leave a single trace.
Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue!
I used to be your steadfast servant;
Oh, if I could be reborn, - I’d serve you
Even more passionate and fervent!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 04 June 2017

Steadfast servant... thanks for posting....

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Susan Williams 03 June 2017

The older we get the less passionate we are about the doing of life... because aging takes us closer to death and kindly begins untieing the bonds of life so it isn't as hard to see death coming down the street.

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Liza Sudina 03 June 2017

light and easyness of Pushkin always cheers me up! ! ! ! !

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Kayode Are 03 June 2017

Captured the pitiable old man struggling against reality.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 June 2017

Love and virtue! Thanks for sharing.

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