Four Seasons: Part Four
The days and nights are long, hard and heavy
A blank look at my burdensome third leg
Laying at a mocking distance from me
Suppresses me down upon my spring bed
“What a nice but short run I had“, I thought
All my pointless pursuit of happyness
The quests, battles, wars I have seen and fought
Amounts to these quiet days of sadness
Once was the Sun of the East, now no more
The sun from the east now teases my sight
Which will it be? the quiet or the gore?
How futile it is to put up a fight
I will miss this world, I will miss it all
When at last my heart fights no more the call
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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