I might’ve secured
A guiding hand,
Help spare endure
Suffer be damned,
Holding eye blind
Flouting scant time,
Averred be wrong
Stresses my mind,
And likely as long
As fate be inclined,
Till life fades away
I’ll taste of it wise,
As will time I so wrest
From whatever be left,
Of a meagre short stay
Held tallied in years,
Yet seems to last but days!