Have you ever noticed timeís kind veil-
Softens hindsightís view.
Like grass does cover a new grave
And hide cold Death from you?
And so it is with failed romance-
And hearts which cry for ease....
Given time the wounds will close
And make one seek release..
From loneliness and boredom...
From harsh reality-
And seek a soul mate once again
Misíry loves company.
Alas, while time may heal the pain
I fear it only serves-
To mold more firmly what we are
And strengthen our reserves.
As water seeks itís level
We likewise seek our own...
And always try to find new loves
Like old ones we have known.
Ah, foolish people, arenít we all?
To think that we can learn,
And make aright inherent wrongs.
At each and every turn?
Ah, lovelorn one, wilt thou but hear?
And then be truly free?
Then set your sights on different goals-
or disappointed be.
Live large, people!
[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 11-30-1999).]