Enjoy the Scent of Roses Elegy To Myself
I’m but a man of meager means
A man of simple pleasures
Tho’ deep endowed with eager dreams
I enjoy life’s simple treasures
My days I know are numbered now
And so are minutely measured
So that I might remain
A man it seems (and bourne by dreams)
A man of meager means
And simple pleasures
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