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THE TRAVELLER 3
Don’t you see my flesh
Has grown weary with time?
The beards have gone grey
With grace
And the bones
Are beginning to ache
With stamina
But there is no room
For stopping
As each day emerges
With renewed spirit
That fires this tired flesh
And the travel must continue
We must cover every inch
Of the miles
That has been marked out for us
By life.
Has grown weary with time?
The beards have gone grey
With grace
And the bones
Are beginning to ache
With stamina
But there is no room
For stopping
As each day emerges
With renewed spirit
That fires this tired flesh
And the travel must continue
We must cover every inch
Of the miles
That has been marked out for us
By life.
Published 16th Nov 2010
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16th Nov 2010 10:27am
Even though there is no doubt about this precise vocabulary which sounds to me neat and clean, this one sounds to me as an epilogue to the previous ones and does not says anything new in this context. But still good. Keep it up.
17th Nov 2010 12:07pm
I thank you Anandosen for patiently reading through. I personally don't have a knack for longer poems that is why I had to break it down to parts.
The structure(length) in itself complements the theme which is 'life's long journey' You will agree that that journey can be a little bit stretchy.
Thank you very much for your comments.
