i

40 years on lily
and i hate every-one
such is life..

what happened
you tell me-
(be brief..)

ii

maybe,
you put your existentialistic
finger on it-

brevity..death looms
we fall apart
our hearts grow cold..

sickness
madness
there is reality..

iii

and far too quickly
when twenty
how the sea was blue

and like wise the sky
eternal, just innocence
a sixpence

in the floating ether
the sun and tide
the evening done..