I have grown old,
But my heart has remained a child,
With no experience,
No purpose,
No religion:
Always jubilant in the company of others,
And as playful
as
a little monkey.
It is my deluded reason
That, solitary and sombre,
Has worn out itself
Throughout my lifetime
By stubbornly pounding its head
Against the door
Of dumb and deaf mysteries
of
the world.
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