Farewell

Vanity once welled in me, but I've become a sieve.
And love once dwelt in me, but I've no more to give.
Bury me as best befits the thing I am
and pray my soul finds rest beside the lamb.
If my memory brings praise or shame,
let what is true fall on my name.
Time and tide will wash away
the tracks that I did lay.
What remains for me
no one can see.
Friends, farewell,
farewell.