Fate inflicts grief
As it vanishes memory,
Like a practiced thief
Would rape ones mind,
And so quite wretchedly
Held memory be damned
To now but hollow find,
And ne’er recall again
For wouldst chose hide,
What years made gather
All matter lived inside,
Hence leave me wonder
Where now my words do bide!
On an gentle face,
Anxious its presence
Be viewed unkind,
A solitary tear
Wishing not
To interfere,
With the mien
Of a smile,
Uncertain to stay
The while,
Worrying pleasure
Suffers it be here,
For grief or cheer!
Would that I’d find
Days once too long
In my young mind,
In endless ways
Chose to entreat,
Eager for morrows
Time be held brief,
The while brood then,
For long day’s end…
Save now I’ve grief
For time I left behind!
Poetry on a canapé 