The Year’s End
Deep worried, I can’t fall asleep;
I’m pained to see night slowly creep.
The moon shines bright all o’er white snow;
The north wind blows strong out of woe.
World changed, nothing unchanged can stay;
The year passed, life will pass away.
At the End of the Year
I toss and turn in bed with deepest sorrow,
Inflicted by expectations for tomorrow.
The brilliant moonlight is shed on heaped snow
While chilly northern winds do howl and blow.
As everything flows with the passing time,
At year’s end, I know that I have passed my prime.