The Well of Sadness

The Well of Sadness Drink up the bitter cup, drawn from the well of sadness, For the present is pain and the future is in Mortgage to the past; I look into a black tomorrow, Unable to pay its dues. I think upon the unfolding of life and ache with Despairing of love; each moment alone, my Thoughts are of hurt and the withering of desire, The cruelty of indifference. Deep in the well of sadness, the bitter spring trickles Forth its burden of resentments and mistrusts, hurt, Anger and the regrets and longings that kindle False hope. Is the lesson of life to love completely and celebrate Its joy each day with public acclaim and private Embrace? Would then that we are better students Than players on this life’s stage.