In vain I have tried to repair
My old tub, my leaky boat,
Which brought me
A while ago some thalers.
The planking has already
Gotten deformed
And is about to lay itself out
Until the bottom rots through.
From now on, no more
Bottom water, no more
The moon's disc smiling at me
From underneath
My ankle-deep limbs.
So, I am back to square one
In my attempt to cross
The stream of life, . . unwetted.
Good stuff, poet.
Ron