Yeah, great age, even mere grand age,

Is something to be wondered at. Now

That my body has reached grand age,

It is beyond my spiritual repentance,

And I would have thought, at times,

Beyond hope and beyond any ransom.

Still, is it the strength or the weakness

Of my body aging, I’d wonder again?

I have defied the world and have taken

A nonchalant attitude towards the rules

Of the universe, which my grand age

Delegates me to do. Whatever occurs,

My placid life flows on unperturbed

And insensible to pain and to misery,

Impervious to shame and to ambition—

The petty human emotions that only

Agitate hot heads and young chests—

So much undaunted even by the threat

Of instant collapse and capital sentence

For the last two decades of unruly aging.