The life I miss, have ever missed,
My eyes eager to see, have never seen,
But plenty of tears have been always shed.
Not a beam of humanity has ever been sent
Years accumulated into age, have I really lived.
Ah, life, my dear years, I have certainly lost
How they passed, my youth eroded the most,
How I paled and sensed not amiss!
Vindicated by raw flawed sense,
And who sensed, surmised or guessed!
The grey hair or the spine that bent
Uninformed ambition has pretended talent,
Ah, my years, I call you, my dear, to tell
How the weary me tried ever to fulfill
One of my simple dreams, Have I dreamt?
A cry out of mute, I Have long been a dumb,
Declare the coming light, have been absent.