My life regained simplicity,  I rearranged a lot, some might say too much.
a lack of electricity, am I happy, with all the  things I got? And the  nothing, I attach?

Let come a   natural path, for more sympathy and love. 
               
I'm  getting obviously older   an insight coming from the  shoulder  of fate beating me,  that I see.
I am getting obviously older a fact, that's coming from the shoulder of fate. nothing is ever to late.

Sparetime, that is mine  a concept of autonomy. A few duties, not too much sounds like paradies to me
noone, I begrudge.  Am I paying any price? Are there any goals to let rise?

Desires turn up elusively  I follow them inobtrusively 

With or without any useful success? I roam my rooms without obusive stress
at home I feel calm and warm alone,  lonesome  nevertheless 
Sitting in the yard  I confess I will not try to impress anyone, less excess of the mess.

Getting Older

Raph Ael Schröter