A day comes when a day is dead,
A pleasant pain lies on life’s bed.
Oh, what fainting pride has roses;
When it pride in scent rain could ‘lease?
But my shoe has the earth in it
While the gleam’ng stars bow at moonlit;
Why then do I have to recall
what I’ve forgotten to recall?
A smil’ng handshake buys a country,
Peaceful war could free a country;
But where lies the pride in bondage
When we grow and reduce in age?
But great hope comes in hopelessness,
Certainty comes in weariness;
Know you know me we own a grave-
Fear not to pass away being brave.
“words from the innocent mind”