They say there’s no fool like an old fool,
Ignoring the voice of the years
And the lessons experience teaches,
Till nothing is left but the tears.
There’s really no fool like an old fool –
When yearnings return from your youth,
And you look at yourself in the mirror
Where you see the sad signs of the truth.
Can you really become such an old fool,
Clinging to fragments of dreams?
Pale hopes that are doomed from the outset,
Too weak to fulfil all your schemes?
But the wisdom of fools, even old fools,
Can sometimes illumine the heart
And shine through the gloom of such folly,
With the hope of another fresh start.