He sits alone just like almost every day
On their bench on the lawn in the park
Eyes like steel and no single gray hair
He looks at me
And teels me about her
He says: Just recently she still sat here
Everything went so fast, we didn't even guess
Still so many things planned
Then he stops and cries
For me it's the end of december
Our day's were all numbered
And I missed out on so many of them
Don't miss one blossom in spring
And celebrate it unflinchingly
Because life carries on without mercy
Even when your joy at it dies
So much canceled and postponed
So much thought and so little said
So much given away and put on a shelf
He looks at me
And he says: Take your time
As long as you have it
No matter
What you decide to do
Who enjoys life
Can't be a failure
For me it's the end of december ...