The rain it falls around me wet and grim
As night once more day's pallor does remove.
Beside me vacant dreams become as dust
While fancy flees and meaning fades away.
This brittle husk devoid of warmth or care
Is all I have to truly call my own
But even shall this die as comes my turn
To lay down this life's bond and onward move.
And yet mayhaps I seem to harsh by half
For much is there I have and yet ignore.
My very being yearns for friendship's touch
And more than once I have been known to laugh.
Such fleeting things should all be firmly clasped:
Despair remains but Joy, she flitters past.