Just As I Suspected
Come to an End, all these Good Things
(Youth and Hope and splendored Springs)
But, how can I ask for Fortune's to pass
When I've cut my throat, but still wish to sing...?
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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