Harpo's Tape: Bashed-Up Basho Jazzbo Song
Worn out and washed up and ill-accomplished on this, my final journey.
And yet, there,
against the dimming horizon,
go ragged boys,
dragging my dreams on stick and string.
A speaker near the end of life looks back and sees little to be proud of. The opening lines are blunt: "worn out and washed up and ill-accomplished." There's no self-pity dressed up as grandeur, just a tired verdict on a final journey.
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