Doubting in the midsummer of my days Sun high in the sky and rough winds behind Strength peaked, much learnt, all treasures to find. Autumn's fruits ahead with Winter to laze; Blue skies, light clouds, and diminishing haze. Seasoned to feel what it is to be kind Seasoned to know when not to be blind Yet lost darkly and deeply in life's maze. Eyes open so wide to all flowers around - higher stems that bend and ceaseless entwine - or shorter, much fresher, without busy strife. To learn in limits not far from the ground To know that weather won't always be fine Pausing, so much more, at wonderful life.
