Nov 2015
There was a sadness I revered
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And hope to spare,
But as youth ebbs,
And hope recedes,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And hope to spare,
But as youth ebbs,
And hope recedes,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
"How Sad True Sadness" is a short piece torn from me during a recent period of intense sorrow that lasted for a bout a week, but which has since passed, so that I no longer identify with the sentiments expressed.
