Lamenting the Times (2)
to the tune of Sheep on the Hillside
Proud of yourself not when you have wealth and rank,
Laugh not at those on whom the fate plays a prank.
The wheel of fortune keeps rotating,
A morning in spring
Suddenly turns itself into an autumn night.
It is known to all: flowers bloom and fade.
This year’s spring flowers offer an early sight,
They are as beautiful as made
But I, I am older made
Than I was fair.