Stat Crux Dum Volvitur Orbis
The young have other priorities-
I understand that.
A leman to hold you,
Children running in the garth,
White flowers at the start of the year,
Apples in the long grass smelling sweetly of death-
These are all good things
While their seasons last.
But why should an old man or woman want more
Than a roof to keep the rain off,
A stout door to keep the newsmongers out,
Water running from a bronze tap,
A garden to dig in,
Books to read and write in,
Brothers and sisters- all close-
But none of them speaking
Except in silence-
The conversation of angels-
And one Friend
Steady in all his gifts,
Steady in every season,
Of whom it would be foolish to say more?
A tree is desirable too- especially if it’s a nut tree.
Although I wouldn’t say I needed it,
I am happy to have one.