Classic Poem

I am tired.
I contemplate
this town
—a town like any other—
where I have lived for twenty years.

Nothing has changed.
A child
is uselessly counting the stars
on the next balcony.

I also try…
But he is faster: I cannot
catch up with him:
One, two, three, four,
five…

I cannot
catch up with him: One,…two…
three…
four…