Doleful
Who shall tame for me
Times swift-footed dash
Into nostalgia-filled realms;
Future-past regretful clash?
Waging war upon my span
Leaves me with a tearful shell
Of the once-nectarous stretch
Of days unmarred by baleful spell.
And time’s fleet-footed sprint
Into oblivions sad and rueful
Still paints such a dull picture
Of prospects dim and doleful.
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