Fears of An End
The taut rope is tightening,
Fears of an end heightening;
No hope of it loosening:
The craziest reasoning…
Yes, helping hands slackening,
A quite bright day darkening;
Now, a sight quite sickening,
The vigorous weakening,
Tough men turn the defenseless,
As tough women the helpless…
On could pick out the listless,
At that moment quite useless!
Only the crown free from scratch,
High fever never to catch;
My own world: a spinning cone,
My own home where one may moan…
Now, features are hardening,
Few remember gardening;
Why? Loss is widening,
Its horizon broadening.
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