Fade

Better pass boldly into that other world
In glory of passion than fade and wither.
I am not one of Dubliners waiting to pass.
Yet I pass and wither by, in a brown land
Where shrubs rise from yesterday’s sun.

Glory will not be mine as I wither and fade
Like thorny shrubs dodged by eating goats.
I pass into other world,as the kin at my feet
Wonder why fading is such a gradual thing,
Like light thinning in the evening windows.

(A quote from James Joyce ‘s novel Dubliners)

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