My 71st Year

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Title:     My 71st Year
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

After surmounting three-score and ten,

With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,

My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing passions of me, the war of '63 and '4,

As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or haply after battle,

To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here, with vital voice,

Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: My 71st Year

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