It’s time to see if there are miles downhill
left in my time, or if the road will end
sooner than I wish, though I pretend
that I shall keep going by force of will.
Human desire has all the force of nil,
and there’s no way I may make nature bend
to what I wish. I cannot now depend on
on inner strength, my powers shall lie still.
There’s little left about which I should care
yet while there’s hope I think I might remain
to feel the warmth of sunlight on my face.
I’m now too tired to bother much with fear,
my body’s well-acquainted now with pain,
but my heart still keeps to its proper place.
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