The old sage

The old sage

Grazing upon a starry sky,

With me and nothing,

I brood for man,

Hoping not to shy,

From thoughts touching,

As my reminiscence began.


For I had lived long,

Pious and impious,

With ambition and regret,

But so I hath not wrong,

When I without bias,

Proclaim my end is yet.


Man and beast alike,

Sought and turn,

To a loving soul,

With whom affection might strike,

Lest one in vanity spurn,

Alas, will cursed be sole.


With grief I declare,

Man has gone astray,

No God nor mother,

Will repel from despair,

For as ignorance paves the way,

By lust and greed we shall smother.

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