I grieve for time
Passing unseen,
Tho anxiously
I try to redeem,
An absurd task
Held be a dream,
Behind the mask
That only seems,
Assuage ones fear
Now less than keen,
When down the line
Reality finds clear,
That life left behind
Actualizes many years,
Yet neglected tell my mind
There’ll be life past the tears,
For obtuse squandered assign
Has me grieving, now ill timed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier