When endless tedium obscures life’s plan
And drapes tomorrow in grey drudgery,
The hands that once held hope now sift the sand,
And steadfast heart now labors sullenly.
The vacant eyes then greet the morning light
And feed on boredom, broth and stale bread,
While chains of yesterday our future blights
As onward to our destiny we tread.
When life’s monotony assumes this state
And subverts happiness in dark despair,
The once proud mind reflects and ruminates
Its fall from grace, its journey most austere.
Yet thoughts of you my love, my spirits swell;
And lacking this, no sorrow could I quell.

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