But still here comes another,
piling weight
Upon the hours, making sure they
last
So long to hear of my ultimate
fate;
Not quite like one who’s waiting
for his turn
But one who wishes for a
fulfilled life,
That time is spent with some part
of concern
Directed towards relieving such a
strife.
And if you don’t return my
passioned pleas,
Those days I spent will not have
been in vain,
For days, in scope of all
eternity,
Are in our mem’ries seldom
entertained
Compared to what we never gained
or got,
For that is what we always think
and thought.
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