On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew…so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia’s armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively....