Still Poem by Patti Masterman

Learning to live without hope
Today is an art far afield;
It doesn't matter if you can cope,
For there must be no straying of calendars,
No skipping ahead through the months and years,
No expecting of mercy or pity's yield;
Don't even bother blotting the tears-
Still, bei mir bist du schon.

Learning to live without hope
Rarely accomplished in a single lifetime;
And not washed away with soap.
It's not very high on best-sellers lists,
And no one writes it in diaries,
All the action takes place in the mind;
And living alone's a priori-
Still, bei mir bist du schon.