How glorious a day to be out there
Yet here I am confined to gloomy thoughts
If gloom had droplets, why! I'd be a drowning man
To save me naught; no knight in shining armour.
The reason is this; the reason is now,
That life's little bundle of joys I've gone on without.
To steady me not, no spirits held high,
My outlook is on a funeral pyre.
The hands of time tick, a-ticking they are,
They end up nowhere, like a bumper car.
The season is ending, summer draws near
Yet nothing I sight, no sign of my dear.