Twigs crackling, branches battling
against the wind
not to lose their fettle.
Leaves dry and brown
of feeble strength
away are blown.
Dangling like a thief
hung upon the gallows' cliff:
Old leaves from the tree
one by one be torn,
snapped off the boughs forcibly.
Decease by disease or sickness,
caught by misfortune or curse
Is man, unlike a gay green
leaf, in youth and in a merry gown
of life dieth; no more himself to preen.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Twigs crackling, branches battling
against the wind
not to lose their fettle.
Leaves dry and brown
of feeble strength
away are blown.
Dangling like a thief
hung upon the gallows' cliff:
Old leaves from the tree
one by one be torn,
snapped off the boughs forcibly.
Decease by disease or sickness,
caught by misfortune or curse
Is man, unlike a gay green
leaf, in youth and in a merry gown
of life dieth; no more himself to preen.
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