Each day be the first
As cloud in sky bursts
With the cleansing of rain
And the thunder’s refrain
As rain pours off roof
Like fears shrugged by youth
How quaint is that cheek
And the truth that they seek
For it splits like the cloud
All the hope that’s allowed
To buoy up illusions
Now replaced by confusion
Where did it all go?
The sense that we’re owed
Until stripped and bereft
Scant hope that is left
Make this ache dispel fast
If this day be my last…
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