When I Look For My Existence I

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

My Father, When He Went, Made My Childhood A Gift Of A Half A Century.

Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly Exists.

My Heaviness Comes From The Heights.

You Are Sad Because They Abandon You And You Have Not Fallen.