Every Mornings

For my friend, James Forte Now, when I'm old and gone through life, I sit and wonder, why, since I was born day after day I ran after ephemeral desires unremitting… I'm watching at the young and I see the same run, the same pass of their time... From my garden of roses, I hope more like those who come after me they will read at least in old age these lyrics... Only the sun rise quietly over our lives every mornings ...