The lengthy cruise of life is full of war
From the gut of man to the way of womb
Having roved his ways on the hill and tor
His gains and self end in the trough of tomb ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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