O weary traveller you can finally rest
As all your broken limbs will now dissolve.
Recalling of my memory moments best
Which I assumed would be the end for all.
Yet here I lay with no thoughts to be proud,
A fly is buzzing all around my room,
Here frozen, fixed, its noise increasing loud,
The hour guides me slowly toward my doom.
How dare you creature steal from me my thought
I'd hoped for glory in these last few days
Instead of brilliant reflections, I have
This noisesome nuisance leading me to craze.
O wretched time how slowly do you pass
I long for peace and quiet that will last.
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