look cold upon this rain soaked ground
for it holds the sands below
of times when all my bones were sound
and of when my eyes did glow.
for once this earth was gold with light
and on its lawns my heart had played
with sharper mind and spirit’s flight
did I waste this youth away.
but now the storm of age has come
and with it clouds of grey remorse
skies held abandoned by the sun
that shone upon my life’s full course.