A time comes
When we must draw, beneath ourselves
A black line
And do the maths.

A couple of moments when we fell just short of being happy,
A couple of moments when we fell just short of being beautiful,
A couple of moments when we fell just short of being brilliant.
We met a couple of times
With some mountains, with some trees, with some waters
(Where are they now? Are they still alive?).
All these make for a bright future -
One we have lived.

A woman we loved
And the same woman who didn't love us back
Add up to zero.

A quarter of the study years
Make for several billion fodder words,
The wisdom of which we have steadily done away with.
And, finally, one fate
Plus another (where did this one come from?)
Add up to two (This we write and this we claim,
Maybe, who knows, there is also an afterlife).