Friends of my childhood 
Are all well known now. 
They discuss philosophy; 
They write essays and criticisms. 
I am getting old; I am good for nothing. 
This evening the rain is my only companion.
I burn incense and lay myself in its fragrance;
I hear the wind passing the bamboo screen at my window. 

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