as an amateur psych, majoring in
tomorrow's pains and sorrows;
there are no remedies for this, other
than death and an early spring,
will listening to all that ringing.
tragedy often breaks us, yes.
and for some of us, never
again mend to a whole.
and those serious talks with self,
often cause more ill than good.
farewell, thee old rascal of
verse and prose.
those bells of hell have
now all told of vengeance.
and humming, now.
a means of mending a
sorrowful self; such self-indulgent.
furious? yes, at times.
times like now, with many
of us gone freaking crazy
over this new Corona virus.
sun still shines. wind still blows,
and old get older, and so do young.
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