“This morning, early, I received a shock; for marriage
Is a hard life and each new winter marks
A darker degree of dark, a darker image,
Another tree-ring added to the soul’s thick bark.”
Fairly certain it was Durcan; I’m reciting from memory and my memory is not so good.
Which is not always bad.
You’ll be just fine, W. E.
Just forget about the rings around the tree.