Seasons pass in life’s procession,
days and nights in swift progression,
granting pleasures with each clime
while future measures out the time…

Stamina I lately lack.
Will it like the tides come back,
or am I reaching earthly end?
What will lie beyond the bend?

All that waxes also wanes.
As old age brings losses, pains,
I’ll ease my way through what remains,
seeking out true wisdom’s gains,

and try to sing like nightingales,
before my mortal being fails…