Mellowing Down
With Age
You Are Ripe
For This Surprise
You Prefer
Now A Boat
Docked On
The Shore

You Like The
Hammock
Made Of
Soft Threads
Whiter
Cloth
You Do Not
Like A Boat
Sailing On
A Stormy Sea
Too Unlikely
Of You
As A Man
Known For
His Restlessness
You Dream
Of This Purple Lotus
Growing
Right There In Your
Lap
You Dream Of
A Man Putting
All His Books
In One Sack
How Can I Ask
What All These
Signs Mean?
With Due Respect
I Shall Take Too
My Last Dip
In The Sea Of Life