You are not satisfied with
The onslaught
That you made?
See my hands are trembling
And my skin
Renounced
The beauty of its youth
For wrinkling:
And my eyes dim
Even in day's light
Weep
Through the night
Before sleep piteous
Comes home to nurse
The pain and
Suffering of day.
You be not satisfied then?
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This poem seems to amplify the theme of restlessness introduced by the Neruda figure. But here the restlessness is examined in terms of causes and consequences. Dissatisfaction is probably a good thing for creative people or those summoned to serve the common good. It keeps them alert, focused and unwilling to declare victory prematurely. But at least part of this dissatisfaction derives from aging and its indignities. An old man in Orson Welles's CITIZEN KANE says, Old age is the only disease whose cure you don't want to happen.