You often are anxious
'Bout what tomorrow wombs
Bearing in your burly bosom
The scrap of fractured dreams, plus
The plight of postterm pregnancy
Occasioned by a closed cervix uteri.
And another year is gone again;
Sailing on a silent sea
With the wings of time flapping
I let a solemn bell toll
For the sum we add is the sum we lose
And man counts up to time limit.
But would fractured dreams mend
When fires are not dead?
For though fulfilment seems to sojourn somewhere faraway
Still, the spirit seeks with ardent tenacity.
When hope is not forsaken
Would the child come to birth?
Whether yes or no,
On earth dreams may crash
And hope, clouded forever in illusion;
But in dreamland beyond the earthly cares
Where man's soul delights in forever bliss
A never failing promise remains for us.