Sixty calendars can fill a wall
Sixty, and now my days move into fall.
Too many months for memories’ clear thought
Too many in which once battles were fought
Too many tears for the pains I’ve wrought
Oh, so many ways to have got Life wrong
Oh, so few days for light heart’d song
Oh, so few people left with whom to belong
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