This Day Brought No Gifts

With cruel cunning this day has come and gone, Though wished for, no gifts did it bring to me; The sun reluctantly announced the dawn, Not one bird could I find to sing to me No matter the path, I walked it in vain, No one offered a kind word nor their smile, A cheerful expression I had to feign - That being burdensome after a while Strolling my garden I sought solace there, Gathering roses, thorns pricked my finger, Hopelessness and woe hung thick in the air, With dusk at hand, I chose not to linger O, the searing pain of being alone, Doubting, yet hoping love might find me; This day has failed me and can not atone For all these hopeless longings that bind me I shall not forget nor forgive this day, Such affronts sadden and torture my night, And this chaplet of misery shall lay Upon my heart like a perilous blight Like a child anxiously seeking delights, I greet each morn with new hope in my heart; But a thousand days and as many nights Saw my dreams perish and watched hope depart Too long my lonely laments have been sung, Do I demand too much when I implore Just a drop of love to moisten my tongue? (This much granted, you'll hear from me no more) 'Tomorrow bears the gifts for which you've yearned! ' How flat and meaningless these words become As a page from yesterday's book is turned, And once again to its lies I succumb