Feeling my age, too soon too tired,
Whatever gifts I had no more required,
I am a hireling called in to be fired.
Time was I was ambitious, heretofore.
Not any more, not any more.
Ridding myself of papers, pots, coins, books,
No longer vain about what had been looks,
The broth boiled over by too many cooks.
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