A Man Past His Middle Age Looks

A man past his middle age looks from The dirty wooden bridge over the waters That flow drear as the overlying Heavens. Think, human, think, How drear be life even in most joyous Moments. Of old are the charnel houses, we For ourselves proposed Immortality But are still struggling up the river Currents against still Not winning a medal. A man past his middle age looks from The dirty wooden bridge over the waters That flow drear as the overlying Heavens. Think, human, think, How drear be life even in most joyous Moments