The sullen years trudge slowly by-
Each sulky dawn, does give the lie;
To often used, and timeworn phrase...
“Let’s look ahead to better days”.
Better days? Than these, my friend?
They shall not come, on that..depend.
But why? A question often asked-
I take upon myself the task....
No joy awaits the broken heart-
When from their lives their true loves part.
Nor waits the time of mercy mild
To her whom death has took her child.
For love unlike the multitude-
Do claim, in tawdry passions rude...
Does come but once, and once it’s gone
A loveless life drags on and on.
Emotions which most people trust-
And oft call love, I fear are lusts.
They burn unchecked, and often rage-
Until there’s naught which can assuage....
Until those lusts the souls consume-
And multitudes they tend to doom...
So grudging time shall creep apace..
Until we finally end the race.
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