The hospital in Crown Street where I was born has gone
The synagogue where I was wed is now a parking station
under an overpass in Bondi Junction
The tree under our window we planted together
is no more
The man I lived with now lies amid graves
under a different tree
Where my remains will join his
when I too die.
The landmarks of my life are disappearing
so shall we all.
The waters of Sydney break on rocks
that seem eternal
But they too will vanish as
waves rise with the passing of time.