so now change

 the autumn flower's not delicate of kind

but sturdy growth is what we most desire

a stunning smile then winter's stern attire

we must take on these are the goods we find

as times grow stern to our hard tasks we bind

so many wishes and we hope the choir

sings just as clearly as the days require

for all our visions now have left us blind

so much that's good has passed out of plain sight

into the dust where we cannot recall

just how to make what should matter suffice

but now fresh day has come out of the night

and there's no reason for a soul to stall

while double sixes come up on the dice