If all
that’s good stays
And stays
for good
So full of
idyllic days
Life will
be! Touchwood!
A bloom that
never can fade
A sun that
never can set
A world so ‘for
us’ made
As perfect
as it can get
As I muse, a
murmur
Rises softly
to the fore
And says “look
around mister!
And know the
score
The shades
of life together
Do make it
worth living
Of equal
import each weather
An impending
fall or a certain spring
A never-dying
good - taints
So take some
pain whatever brief
But make no complaints
And turn
over a new leaf.”
