RIMA LVII

This framework of flesh and bones
has finally tired of carrying around
this crazy head, and I am not surprised;
although it is true that I am not old,

when I think of how I have lived
this life, it pains me to say
that the way I have lived it feels like
I have squeezed a century into each day.

So, if I were to die right now,
I could never say I have not lived;
though the garment looks new outside,
I know that, on the inside, it has aged.

Yes, it has aged, despite my lucky star!,
my painful determination shows that clearly;
because there is pain that leaves its scar
on the heart, but not on the forehead.