Today, like all the days gone by is just another day
Nothing new and nothing much to say
Each moment passed in sad anticipation
None of which can comprehend the poor imagination
The dawn comes on; tis’ supposed to bring new hope
But here the soul weeps, thinking how he will cope
As the moments drag by, the sun is on the head
And when he realizes he is almost dead
He craves that the dusk comes fast
Before light he begins to detest
All he enjoys is the night
Which is a cover to his sad plight
The night he’d love to make it stay
But nature’s rule is against his way
And the hour slowly slips by
There’s non-left to hear his cry
During the night he tries to relax
But instead his mind he begins to tax
Into the depths of his buried sorrows
He is thus made to remember through the morrow
Tomorrow once again becomes today
Slowly and gradually time wares away
The same old stories said once again
It brings no difference but only pain.
written on 10.8.89
