365 7/23

 

Some are born to peace and joy

And some are born to sorrow

But only for a day as we

Shall not be here tomorrow

365 9/4

 

But still the voice cried out, Come back, come back,

Come back to me from sweet oblivion! 

It was a human and related voice

That cried to me in pain.  So I turned back. 

365 4/8

Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow

As in a coat of magic mail and borrow

For Time today and care not for tomorrow