Age! I’ve Passed You!

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Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the crimson moon,
Of the night, when my mother
Howled her unbearable pain
Of bearing me;


Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the eternal sun,
(Which decayed behind horizon,)
Of the day
When my father broke his shoulders,
To fill my unquenchable appetite;


Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the abysmal mist,
Of the day,
When she said goodbye,
Never to return again;


Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the wave in the sea,
Of the day,
Which swept my sons and daughters,
Leaving me in a desolate shore,
To make me swallow the ocean of remorse;


Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the people’s mourning,
Of the day,
When she died,
Making me a Bidur,
To falter among the lonely aisel,
Of memories,
Which we crafted with love;


Age!
Now I’m into your foot,
Not begging you,
Not praying you,
I know,
I must pass you again,
Just the way I’ve passed you;


Age!
I’ve passed you,
Like the crimson moon,
Of the same night…..
And like her amusing smile,
Of the same day ………….


Thank You! For More Of My Writings: Painted With Words

Thank you Zev, the first stanza came during our conversation on twitter, then I made the quick poem out of it.

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