A constellation of memories
in the continuum of time
vague images and confused feelings
few moments were glorious and fewer, sublime

the sadness of the face--it's hard to hide
the past self oscillated between hope and despair
set-backs were far more than triumphs
the summation is wear and tear

give me the person without regret or remorse
even the saint and the sage doesn't dare such to declare
living is never a gift but a load-some baggage
fate is a mocker whether you are here or there

nothing hurts now and my lonely song I have sung  
I no longer plead for comfort, solace or favour
where's the wisdom, certainty and serenity?
what's left is the road sign that reads: 'Life is error'