The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
We’ll see the pains grow less
The rough skin disappear once more
Till, free and fit, you may address...
The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,
Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path
Only your legs I see...
