I get up with the sun
Mirrors have o purpose these days
The tar makes my voice hoarse
Wise am I in my years
Yet there is still so much
That I never
Got to know
My hair resembles snow
Colours fading in my face
The flowers attract
Song birds
And the last time I loved I...
I
I have not
Walked upright since I
Was a young
Man of twenty years
Am I next?
How many more will
I outlast
Time will take
All you fear it will