Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.

How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?

Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.

There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.

Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.