The numbers of his age
are heavy to his shoulders.
Numbers of unmet expectations
of what was certain to appear.
trees that failed to blossom,
nests that failed to be built,
ties that failed to be formed.
Numbers of what collapsed,
ships that were foundered,
palaces that were demolished,
crops that that were spoiled.
Numbers of what is still here
and has remained unaltered.
They nullify all the others
for there has been only one life
and the same person within.
