The beauty of living comes before our ends,
but our minds like strong stones,with rebel and zest
refuse to mend,repair,nor with our best,
serve with a grateful mind,our Lord;it bends
us not-even when at rest
that our ends like the rain falls,and we run
like angry waters in their happy and coldly moods.
Our ends draw near,and virtue is like expensive goods!
As autumn leaves shine in the sun:
we're not out of the woods!