Alas, oh yes, it is hopeless to see
That you will never agree with me
There is a doubt that you will always have
No amount of time will offer a salve
For you are restricted by your own will
And of changes now, you have your fill
Nothing can change your opinion pool
I simply have not gotten the proper tool
So I will go on with the faintest of hope
You will not be tied, no matter the rope
A change is something obscure and remote
I simply have nothing in my tool tote
On and on without any correction
No alterations or change of direction
A faint glimmer appears over time
But is shattered quickly without rhyme
So life is constant, an unbroken string
And so little now does it mean anything
Just a line of days taken in a row
Where it ceases I surely don’t know
But it seems that it will be a relief
Since daily life is a flood of grief
With no hope of a shining star
However long, it will be too far
Barbara Blackcinder
Barbara Blackcinder 