Spare a thought for the melancholy

For it once was a part of me

And looking back

It was a luxury

For to mourn love lost

Is to have loved at all

To have time for beauty

Sadness and tranquillity

Was to be young and free

Those sour chords

Those melodies

I still compose in reverie

For the times when my love was strong

And innocence where I belonged

Let the women of my dreams crash into me

And set all my emotions free

That for now lie buried

Cracked and tethered

By gradual age and necessity

And someday let me have them time

For a little sadness of the kind

That only makes life more beautiful

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