Текст песни Barbara Lahr - Old Age

Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze.
Gaining and failing
they are buffeted
by a dark wind ---
But what?
On harsh weedstalks
the flock has rested ---
the snow
is covered with broken
seed husks
and the wind tempered
with a shrill
piping of plenty.

"To Waken An Old Lady", William Carlos Williams