Friday, May 05, 2006

Old and Mildly Ill

I missed the bus this morning. It was cold,
And windy. Somehow, I was underdressed,
So, shivering, disgruntled, and hard-pressed,
I reached the office late, where I was told
Today would leave me feeling sick and old.
I'm feeling old now, as you might have guessed,
Though only mildly ill. It's not a test —
Alarms are normal here: loud, frequent, bold.

Now, as I'm leaving, as the afternoon
Winds down, and as the sun begins to set,
I feel the fell of dark. It is no boon:
The world is too much with us, late and soon,
Getting and spending. I scan the dim moon,
As close to giving up as I can get.

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