Now as I am old and simple, under the Golden Sun About as happy as the little sparrows and turtledoves, The mornings are low, with an earthly chill, Time has allowed me to climb All the mountains in my eyes and mind, And travel the world as if I was a prince of the cities And get above my stead, that fate lordly over me A quarter of my life with corn and barley To flush me down the river with no light And I was carefree and careless, among my peers And I was happy, singing as if this world was my home, In a tumult, of sunny-youth, that is no more, Time allowed me to be all I could Silver moments, in the mercy of the world, And carefree as the sparrows, I was a soldier, in war Sang and drank, and danced throughout Europe, And the years drifted slowly Still in the holy palm of God's hand All the long days, as they were coming, I was living life City to city, chimneys and roofs, smog and fresh air Running and playing and working Fire in my blue veins Only God to bow to and explain And I had many a sleepless nights, bearing no light All the songs I heard, men among men, the night-life Fighting with the sharks, the bars Melting into the dark And then to awake, and be old, like day to night With the mornings chilling the bones, shoulders Unblemished, my time has not ended, The world is still out there And the sun still rises, like in my youthful days So I have survived that melting dark, sharks and bars Now in my second life, the mesmerized one, walking bold Out of the frying pan, as they say Deeper into the Golden Age (I go) No: 2782 /9-7-2010.