This is an old one I wrote when I was 16 1/2 years old. God, I had talent back then. Whatever happened to me now?
Look at thyself
And ask,
'Is it worthwhile though'
To Imbibe
Thyself in Melancholy?
If thy's faithful COMPANION -
Is solitude
Grief like the rest of thy's -
Emotions needs -
Sometimes a rest;
'Cause life's description is -
Of fraility
So, bid farewell to YESTERDAYS.
