Respite
M M.J. Lemon
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I never thought this
So far from bliss
Forced so close
Now morose
How much labour
To win favour?
Just how much pride
Has the soul decried?
Nowhere nothing
One of us bawling
The other dealing
A balm calming
To halt the animosities
I defer to the trite
And begin to recite...
'When all is said and done'
For you these frivolities
Offer no respite
And you reply in spite
'You'll see more is said than done'
That was long, long ago
The memories, time to forgo.
Bu şiiri puanla
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