Sol 5.6

  1. Alas for the years and their bitter passing!

    What are they doing to us?

  2. They have made my staff—though it was never

    my concern—the occupier of my hand.

  3. It is carried, figuratively speaking;

    in truth, it is the one that carries me.

  4. Age has driven me to it,

    while hearts fail one another.

  5. The soul is heedless of what awaits it

    when it is surrendered in death;

  6. and all the things it loathes are found

    in life when it drags on too long.

Sol 5.6