A Sad Song

I'm tortured by my failures many

What few successes all remain empty

These lines will form another poem told

Yet different times call forth heralds bold...

There is a sadness in being old

Of being always left in the cold

But there are never rhymes in reason

I lost my future lover's season...

Sing merrily as I spiral down

For I'm only an aged failing clown

No longer hiding my tired frown

I wait on death's thorny crown...

I go unremembered to my end

Without my love to make amends

She left this life in sudden flight

Without my making it all right..

No sad songs will you sing for me

For joyous at my passing be

I'll not care what will be spoken

For I'll never again be awoken...