Scharmel Iris

I AM old now,

I am very old.

The sleep has come upon me

And my words. Today

Have I given all away.

Nor will I join in the talk

Of the old men in the park,

Tapping their canes around the well.

I have forgotten many things

For I am old,

Being cloaked in twilight.

I will stuff my pipe with stars

And go to sleep.