Life, Respective

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Life, Respective

An old man sat on the mountain top
as the end of the world drew nigh
His life behind, his battles fought,
and he began to cry

A little girl then spoke to him
"Why do, old man, you weep?"
"I have traveled" he began,
"to here from shadows deep"

"I've gone from dark to light
and back again, again
I have seen the world that is
but you have not, my friend."

"I weep for all that hasn't been,
for all that never was
I weep for what is left to do,
I sit in silent pause."

"The world was mine to use and fill
my time extended on
with all the time the world hath gave,
I find myself with none"

"For I am all that's left,
the last remaining clause,
a reminder of a better time,
who recalls what was"

"I do not weep alone
the world does justly tear
a vast corruption, decadent,
it's motives: most unclear."

"With a world so sad and dead,
as it's end draws nigh
How do you remain, young girl,
the one who ceased to cry?"

The girl just giggled at him,
but t'was no idle laugh
for she know the old man's folly
and she saw his twisted path

"You ask me why I cease,
but I have not begun.
I have looked upon the world
and seen not dark, but sun.

"The twilight of which you speak
exists nonetheless
but with it comes the better times
to which we shall always press"

"I live in the joy of life
the unbridled passion to live
I have no wrongs to right
and so I can forgive."

"My joy's for all that will be,
for what I shall yet see
for all that yet still to come
for this, my heart sets free"

"I sit upon this mountain top,
and I look to where I'm bound.
You, your gaze is ever fixed
On what you've already found."

"For I shall move upon this path
and through the open door
and you shall watch your mountain top
to weep here, evermore."

[Iluvatar]

When I first wrote this, it in a much simpler verse, shorter, more to-the-point, and more beautiful. However, I never got around to writing it down. 6 months later, I try to write it again, and this was the best I could do. 'The poem that got away'