He was the best and the worst of us
And everything in between.
He left behind his debts
And what he payed to us—
These amounted to just about the same.
Some say his life was tragic
But I can’t help smiling when I think of him.
He didn’t know much,
But much could be learned from his life
If only we could take it seriously.
On all sides, I surrounded her
And let forth such a siege
That left my castle empty.
Swords of steel hit solid rock,
Arrows shot well short of their mark,
Without catapult or ram to batter,
Luckless fools my soldier-words.
A vain attempt at attrition
With all my forces engaged,
Her spies—her eyes—snuck through,
Reached my castle
And set it ablaze.
Long summer. Days long and hot
Through late September and now,
Rain drowns out all plans that
Through summer were delayed.
To go out of doors is to feel the burden
Of laziness’ retribution, to get wet,
As if water weren’t just water but
The weight of sky unable to hold itself up.
Inside, I am listless, no stories to tell,
Just the thought of cleaning is a living Hell.
I find myself in bed, sheets all unkempt.
Autumn is here, my eyes are dimmed
With too many seasons seen,
Like the sky, and rain falls
In place of forsaken tears.
