Modest Credos
Selfish Lament
Reap the fruit while it hangs from the tree
before it falls and loses its glee
Moan not that you have nothing to eat
for what once was ripe rots at your feet
If Tomorrow Never Comes
This day exists not
It is but an illusory plot
Therefore the morrow is naught
So why then must we give thought
to the preachers who say we ought?
Truths in Dreams
Please give me the answers I seek
for blessed you said are the meek
I have been patient for so long
Am I in the right or the wrong?
With eyes closed, in dreams, please shine light
on the darkness that is my plight
Reveal to me the truths of life
Spurn the lies of which it is rife
Too Late for Youth
She said I can never leave him;
though, where does that leave me?
Unable to fulfill my own dreams and desires;
verily, I will wilt and grow old young.
But I lost my youth long before I even became one.
With Powders and Rouge
With powders and rouge -
she chases the clock of youth -
to create a ruse
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