Simple symbols seize new space On the monitor of mine. A new phase of life I face. Seas of words surround my mind: Lots of letters, dark as coal, Small like atoms, on a page, Small are steps towards a goal. It will take another age To create a tale of sense; And the tail of my past, Which once made my life too tense, Having passed, is light at last. Days of writing lost their looks - Bits of sands, and now a lens I must use to read my book, Since the writing is too dense, Since my weary eyes are weak, Like my memories of youth, Others’ help I have to seek Just to magnify the truth Of the days I’ve spent in writing When my health still held aloof: When my mind still was mighty, I could climb any roof.
