Verba De Futuro

The fellow is either mad or composing verse; And so to the point of causing nausea Do I count the brightest hours Between us, not many, but much Slowly, slowly, we will get there As circumstances allow, I am closest to myself How fearful, is this hour, which shall separate us Time waits for no one, from here on then With what has been achieved will then be finished By writing this is to act, and therefore in this writing Essentially, it says, 'If you can read this, you're over educated.' In my humble opinion, whether gentleman or scholar He should be useful and pleasant, to be used and abused Words about the future, a word to wise be it sufficient Splendour without end hovers between hope and fear Nothing new these days, as everyone is doing it. As of ones own kind, in silence, in secret! He that is silent is thought to consent By this, keep in faith, peace and salvation Through difficulties to great things; The healing power of nature Is middling the course with highest honour, To know yourself look at the bottom line A following age will be amazed, our bond of unity True love will hold on to those whom it has held As the fear of death confounds me! I hope we'll still be friends.