LIFE'S pathway to me is dreary; I am ill, and cold, and weary; Would my lonely walk were done, And my heavenly race begun! Once all things to me were bright, Things that now seem dark as night: Is the darkness all within? Dark without from inward sin? The present dark; eyes dim with age Can see no joy, save memory's page. The present, future, ne'er can be Bright as the past they once did see. My hair is turning quite grey now; I see some wrinkles on my brow; My teeth -- they must be failng too, -- And corns are growing in my shoe. I muffle up my aching face, And pray from pangs a moment's grace. Ah! now the misery seeks my head -- Would I were with the pangless dead! There is a cure for pain and grief -- Come, Opium, come to my relief! Soothed by thy influence, I shall find A moment's rest, and peace of mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND |