Reflection


The days I have spent in sighing
and enviously eyeing
the costly mien of king and queen
when I for such was dying

The nights I've spent in weeping
I should have spent in sleeping
and so the years
I've lost in tears
have passed out of my keeping

So now I'm old and grey, Sir
I've naught left to say, Sir
My days are short
and so I ought
to live from day to day, Sir