Significance of the Nineteenth Autumn
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
The dawning dankness
Of the perspective sickens me.
As too flashes past – a world that could be.
Alas! The path of glory has been paved,
One less heart could not be saved.