STRAWBERRY FIELDS I walked in the strawberry fields with you, so long, so long ago the sun was shining and nature was smiling and our two hearts fluttered as love was starting to grow but I was sixteen and you were fifteen the tender buds of our love had not known the fragility and ephemerality of the heart’s affection we changed as the seasons and time had swiftly flown now I am forty-‐‑one and you forty and the strawberry fields are derelict and no longer sown none can fight omnipotent destiny I have become a stoic, happy to be by myself-‐‑-‐‑alone