Threnody
Oftentimes in a persons life certain sounds heard trigger a particular mood.
The early morning sun is bright
My spirit waxes with the light.
So why do mourning doves still sing
Woeful threnodies this morning?
I hear robin’s newly hatched, cheep;
I hear house sparrows young ones tweet
But when I hear the doves refrain:
cooOOoo-woo-woo-woooo! Sadness
Overwhelms this brief cheerfulness
and changes to melancholy.
Why, oh why, by all that’s holy
Must it betide, this dove songs pray
Always in this similar way?
Each day matters not- good or bad
A sadden heart is all I have.
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