A Fools Folly

Tears falling like rain , could never wash away this pain, So cry no more , will I for you , In lonely nights , when I am blue. On bitter memeories , I am keeping , tis time to end , this endless weeping. In nights of tormented unrest , no comfort found in dreams , or sleeping. In the lonely days as I reminiss, alas , amongst such melancholy , and thoughts , I know , are only A fools folly . Heartache and loss , longinging , so unbearable , though remorse , was never given , to being charitable. Regrettably , I face the daunting facts , I must go on , no turning back , To find a new life , a new love , such are the treasures , that I lack . A poor man , but wiser , knowing not the future , or what I may find, Wishing only for someone to love , and to be kind. Clement Hardy