Me, a cynic?
can't be
I love all that
which is scenic!

Don't you sing me
another love-song
enough I've had
my love all went wrong-

don't you tell me
love is sweet as a rose
my sense of smell is lost
now my poor heart I close-

don't you persuade me
to go in search of another
too many tears I've shed
I don't ever wish again to be a lover-

don't you write me a poem
of love pure and over-glorified
from life I've walked away
my feelings have long ago sadly died.

My life-long journey I made
to the furthest edge
of experience--in patience
and humility-- old age
begins to tell but no message
of understanding or joy
has greeted me in my passage
I'm far from being enriched
what's before me
is dim and desolate--
the field is parched
the trees are starved
the sea is tideless
the sky is charcoal-black
birds have taken flight
new havens to locate
they would never come back

there's nothing here
for an old man to celebrate
but to sigh and regret--

there's not the slightest flicker
of light in the stealthy night
there's no moon awaiting
nor a single star in sight-

I feel the utter emptiness
my heart begins to cry
my feet are frozen in numbness
as the bitter winds unabatedly blow by.