getting ever older

as the days go by
i see my elders die
and the question forms:
are they for me to mourn?

i think about the truth
translated from hebrew
that many men have sought:
to cut a gordion knot?

my fortune now i seek
to shine a future bleak
and brighten up at last
a dreary forecast

i entered a world of smiles
and saw not evil wiles
but now a blackend taint
appears in every saint.

http://www.shtemple.org.sg/zodiac.htm