My young tired eyes
Have seen the light,
Both of the days
And of the nights.
They now gaze
With empty longing,
For simple times
Of calmer thronging.
A lively pace of
Life’s tranquil days,
Not congested or crazed,
But elegant in pace.
To calm it down to a drudge now,
And enjoy the somber light all around.
An amorphous world within my sight,
A tepid rain
At dazzling heights.
