Simply

For everything there comes a season

but the time for resurrection of first hopes and first loves

will not come

nor for arresting in words that which runs through your head like wind

and might be premonition of some weighty truth

but escapes as quickly as if it were frolicking

Inevitably the time comes however

when one by one you begin to lose all the things you've loved

and all those who leave from here

without revealing to you if they were leave disappointed

That time does come

and you accept it without shame or humility

just like that simply