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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2222797
A sonnet in which the speaker laments the loss of his youth and transition into old age.
My autumn approaches; with summer's end,
    the burning embers of my aging dotage,
now sovereign, dominate and portend 
    the fading of Youth with my graying image. 
How now, dear Lord, do I live, thrive, prevail, 
    succeed, and flourish in life's waning hours?
When fresh and young as the dew, all is well; 
    without a care in the world, the flowers 
of our adolescence seem for ever!
    But, with time, comes old age and senescence,
loss of strength and health and haleā€”to never
    return but through rebirth and renascence.
So, waste not on me any tears of pity;
for my hope lies now in God's Indemnity.
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