I walk outside to a welcome autumn day;
The crows caw excitedly
As do I
For tomorrow I could be happy;

I observe a leaf, its descent like a sharp legato;
The colors like a contrasting chorus of sheen
That chooses to fight, as do I
For tomorrow I could be happy;

The dame in an O so fragrant light;
A woman I feel can do no wrong
Flees from my scent, and I resume
For tomorrow I could be happy;

A year may pass, and the soul could leave my body
With not even a whisper;
Its decay is silent and gradual, just like me
For tomorrow I may be happy;

Knowledge builds a fortress on the outskirts of my being
But God knows it won't last long;
Its defenses, though sizeable, are far from impressive,
Just like mine
For tomorrow I could be happy;

And the Lord that had birthed me;
He who brings about both scorn and boon
Even has flaws, but nothing compared to mine
For tomorrow I could be happy;