A well-wisher told me what day it was, today,
before scampering away.
Wherever she’s heading, she brings with her love,
and may it greet her at every door,
unlike this old man.
You might’ve missed the message,
or haven’t a messenger ensuring relay;
No, never would you dishonour me today!
Had you forgotten me on purpose, I wouldn’t gulp another breath.
Welcome would be the angels,
and with them I would descend the final steps.
But perhaps you’ve been calling;
I know you’re not free to drop by.
Forgive my not answering,
I had to free myself from the narrowing walls.
I had to seize the day before darkness yanked it back.
It’s a pity that little lass told me;
I was doing nicely without knowing families are celebrating,
while I sit here rotting away.
But now I see clearly what a burden I must be:
you’ve forgotten me.
Godspeed my dear, on your journey!
At it’s end, may you avoid ever being this lonely.