Woe To You
Woe to you who sift and sieve
through all the clutter of my past
Finding scraps of meaning that
you alone will grasp
In all, a worthless lot, be sure
as measured by a time of man
seeks you, for you: you alone
as you sift and scan
Woe to you who sift and sort
reminiscing this, all for naught
Future hopes that never match
broken mem’ry caught
Be merry! In this sad chore
a glimpse of many truth’s here tell
May yet escape you of past path’s
your fated, prospect; hell.
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