Contemplations before Breakfast
As I sit here on my stead, these shadows
here convene, of things done or not, those loves
I have thrown away. A wailful woe shoves
Its way to the awareness I oppose.
Now I worry that I will decompose,
A good time had by all. Free with the doves,
Airwards they will climb. As I embrace clove's
Roots, they will soar the skies with their fellows.
But, I ask, may the events I perceived
Be false? Might there be one fore whom I can bring happiness? I concede, much I must
Update, but there is hope, a pain relieved.
For one like this might live, for the token
Totaling the joy brought by us, your trust.