Little Years True

My stay on here, are little years, I've seen not much, but heard with my ears two I know not much, but wit as wears Folly lies to thorn scorn men and you When i sit to think and face life's hoot Plots and plans, i see all ruins Yet everytime, i come out through There i wonder, Why life seem so brute Paving grave in wait, as i walk through Then leaves me in pain and lonely mute As i walk through, it shadow comes alive and walks too What pain gains, i know not as true Yet never stays away from a whole life through Then i sit in my garden, and thought this all through Life is pain and joy and pain all through