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
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