As I was standing in a blizzard
Alone, cold and friendless,
I saw nothing but myself
In an empty vault of life!

As I was walking in the garden
On a dark autumnal twilight,
Single,cynical, flicking every dry twig-
I reflected absently on possible happy summers.

When all my hard work
Brought glory and fast prosperity,
Restful spring brought good company
And the past melted,lost in a cup of honey.

As if all that passed were never beens
Mere dreams in wakeful fears, not had beens
This comfort, this couch, this color,
These loves, alone true and lasting…

http://scribblingpad.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/07/stages-of-life-poetry.htm