There you stand !
All solus afar from the abode
Of jollity
Where no dazzle of Hopes
Surround the frivolous aimless psyche of the homo sapiens
And where no deiform orison
Works ,for it's a dwell of gloomy melancholia .

But what makes thou a desolate mortal
When sultry blood is still within
hands have not yet lost its thew
creases have not yet covered the visage and youth has not yet vamoosed.
What makes thou regret When your life is not yet dissolved.
What makes thou disheartened when God himself has not yet abandoned you.

Thence, don't fragment yourself
Instead frame yourself as a victor of the heydays of your life.