POEM: What Country for Old Men? [Ottava Rima]

There's more than one undiscovered country.
Hamlet's is no place for old men to aim.
I urge a fight for foreign shores, bluntly.
Don't let false gods go staking early claims.
They'll have one sitting on the couch, glumly -
the fast-path shortcut to the pyre's fierce flames.
If you can feel the breath expand your chest,
then pick up your pack, and start stepping West.

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