What is my life now?
A husk, a diminished fullness-And what shall
I be remembered for?
In the
words of Prufrock-"No I am not Prince Hamlet nor was meant to be
Am an attendant lord one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two...I
grow old I grow old..."
And so, I age and ponder what will be said of
me if anything is even said.
