Composition 115

Like a lonesome dream

This too shall pass

Of falling in love, unrequited

Of hoping and foolish thoughts

Of pain that stings and lingers…

This too shall pass…

Like the sun rising in the east…

Like the spectacle that is

Of a man who shed no tears

Like the sun setting on its watery crown

This too shall pass…

As flower blooms in May

As babies cry in the first glare of light

As songs are sung

As poems are written

This too shall pass