| 2 February 2025 0125 Hours | Aging, Memories, Mortality, Philosophy, Poetry, Switzerland |
An active, restless, so far, night time With many thoughts of my days in der Schweiz. May I burst from my aging cocoon To return once again? I am but bound to my life here-- Not so bad on the whole; And more or less at peace. So it is, wisely, at the end.