Gone, gone again !

Gone, gone again,
January, February, Mars,
And April soon gone,
Again gone by.

Not memorable
Save that I saw them go,
As past the empty quays
The river flow.

And now again,
In the spring rain,
Ice disappear from our streets.

And when I was young -
And when the missing one was here -
And when the war in Syria began
To turn young men to dung.

Of the footsteps of life
The friendliness, the strife;
In its beds have lain
Youth, love, age and pain:

I am something like that;
Only I am not dead,
Still breathing and interested
In the life that is not dark.

I am something like that:
Not one pane to reflect the sun,
For the boys to throw at -
they have broken every one.