GITA FOR A NAVEL-GAZER
Little achieved with my advantage,
not little tried, still little could do;
too self-aggrieved, with only age
to hide a child as the sad years flew
***
Alone, and careful in the light
just like an owl in the forest night
unknown, but nodding yea and nay,
so tired awake, so passes day,
no more to say
