I have no teeth and uncombed I remain;
My hairs silk threads become a tangled briar..
Men gaze on me with ruthless, cold disdain
My visage does no longer light their fire.
I have no mind and so I cannot think
I cannot love nor hate now I grow tired.
Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is that man with care and with desire?
I have no heart,for it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life’s long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.
For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crow