--So close do we abide
when paired we start in youth
You, Truth, and us

    --And then
to suddenly realize

that our quick steps
do not suffice
to keep up pace with you

O Truth: How sad
do we pursue

(your pilgrimage so glad!)

It doesn't even slacken when you laugh--

Maybe we stay too long (or O so much) to cry!

... Do we put off too many times to die?

You hardly pause to pass our epitaph.