In this poem, the poet or the old man is lamenting for his romantic past in his painful old age. He remembers his friends, his romantic days, and those beauties he used to love them. He laments for those things in his old age because he is alone and he has nobody to talk to. He feels like a useless broken tree. His friends used to talk about love and politics. He had many beauties that used to love him much. But now neither a single woman looked at him.