It’s a dull moment

Hours spent at the gate

A slow-growing ache once you ate

Boredom and age one can not escape

Gloomy rivers never dance

A bitter scent can’t sing

Doors are closed once more

There you lay bored, hungry, and wiser by a quarter.

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