Queries To My Seventieth Year

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Title:     Queries To My Seventieth Year
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim, uncertain spectre--bringest thou life or death?
Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: Queries To My Seventieth Year

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