I had my chance now it's too late thr rain of time has washed away my footprints 'twas my fault I can't blame fate-- the glory then was mine--every inch- all the way beauty went in search of my heart but I stood apart lost in binge*
and now left alone with wrinkled ache I could claim nothing of my own only regret I have forgotten the person I once was in my pristine prime when all was at my behest the purest gems sadly I did neglect and what I have inherited is but the meanest alms-
I don't wish for a moment to know my own name
self-pity embitters and cries out in shame
* figure of speech, meaning 'an excess of indulgence' in this context