OysterBay
New Member
- Location
- Lost in America
Hello Forum. Just signed up and quickly find myself at a loss for words.
Frankly I'm socially inept, and my life is an ugly embarrassment.
So I'll just fill in my intro with a few lines from an Old English elegy titled; 'The Wanderer'.
"He who has come to know
how cruel a companion is sorrow
to one who has few dear protectors, will understand this:
the path of exile claims him, not patterned gold,
a winter-bound spirit, not the wealth of earth.
... when the friendless man awakens again
and sees before him the fallow waves,
seabirds bathing, spreading their feathers,
frost falling and snow, mingled with hail,
then the heartās wounds are that much heavier,
pain after pleasure.
The wise man must realize how ghostly it will be
when all the wealth of this world stands waste,
as now here and there throughout this middle-earth
walls stand blasted by wind,
beaten by frost, the buildings crumbling.
The wine halls topple, their rulers lie
deprived of all joys; the proud old troops
all fell by the wall."
The words resonate with me, for I was born by the sea, winter has fallen, and I am an outcast.
Old, uneducated, obsolete.
Been living out of a suitcase since 2011. Like my profile location says; I am... Lost in America.
Thanks for reading, and if ever you see me wandering alone along the icy roadside, weary, tattered and torn...
Be sure to honk, wave, or give me the finger and shout: "Get a Job ya lazy old bum!!!"
Frankly I'm socially inept, and my life is an ugly embarrassment.
So I'll just fill in my intro with a few lines from an Old English elegy titled; 'The Wanderer'.
"He who has come to know
how cruel a companion is sorrow
to one who has few dear protectors, will understand this:
the path of exile claims him, not patterned gold,
a winter-bound spirit, not the wealth of earth.
... when the friendless man awakens again
and sees before him the fallow waves,
seabirds bathing, spreading their feathers,
frost falling and snow, mingled with hail,
then the heartās wounds are that much heavier,
pain after pleasure.
The wise man must realize how ghostly it will be
when all the wealth of this world stands waste,
as now here and there throughout this middle-earth
walls stand blasted by wind,
beaten by frost, the buildings crumbling.
The wine halls topple, their rulers lie
deprived of all joys; the proud old troops
all fell by the wall."
The words resonate with me, for I was born by the sea, winter has fallen, and I am an outcast.
Old, uneducated, obsolete.
Been living out of a suitcase since 2011. Like my profile location says; I am... Lost in America.
Thanks for reading, and if ever you see me wandering alone along the icy roadside, weary, tattered and torn...
Be sure to honk, wave, or give me the finger and shout: "Get a Job ya lazy old bum!!!"
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