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.
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