The Flowers of Youth Are growing brown Around your garden The leaves fall and the buds Grow tight, no longer unfold Bridges lose their Bearings and rivers Catch them falling The splintered wood float Like so many boats drifting Things decay, strength is
Forgotten in the face of weakness Loneliness conquers even the Memory of Brighter hours Soon your face will be a small Photograph almost like a stamp On a very important letter That I mailed to someone very far away