As the great tide of time goes by,
I have seen my faults, my changes.

These faults I regret
And these changes I mournfully accept.

The blade of time shall someday strike my dear ones,
I hope to pray. There is nothing I can do.

I have seen much in my feeble age.
I feel angst,anger,remorse and compassion.

The essence of thoughts cannot be transcripted,
even by the greatest of scribes, feelings cannot be said.
They are felt.