Tomorrow I will become ridiculous,
Backward and primitive,
Dreams will lead me into a dead end.
I hope they will not think me too guilty,
For I have long unlearned to justify myself.

To admit weakness in old age,
To find peace in the harbor of old age,
As in a mirror, to drown in grandchildren’s bloom —
It is worth reaching such a comma.

To the comma. For the path continues,
A new start lies ahead.
The future waits on the experience of what was lived,
To the student with a diploma, the gift of practice.