The Depths of Old

I have seen many years but retain not a clue I performed many tasks None of them complete I have seen many years Only one of them fun I have been to strange places But haven't lived yet I speak of many experience None of which I've had I yet have seen many years Nearly all of them sad My life is contradictory I herald at the arts of man Belting bouts of misery I am of years untold I will never speak Spirit, fragile and frail My bones,weary and weak The depths of Old Misery's tomb hold secrets meant to keep