For Good Days

by Mark   Jan 6, 2020

When better days turn-in to better nights
I dare not dream for seldom they appear,
Tho' absence of the Sun and all it's lights
Have too the darker sky of greater fear:
That season's gold have rusted deep in prime
When any day were that to be revered
And cherished like a mother of a time;
Born out from hope, when fog of doubt had cleared.
So this: a night of rarest beauty seen
By cause unknown nor form be sightly found,
Will sleepless air be breathed till dawn has been
And fate of coming blackness has me bound:

Then shall I weep as sadness weeps it's ways
May not for sadden's sake, but those good days.


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  • 7 months ago

    by Obscure

    I love this poem. It reminds me of the saying "This too shall pass." Our sad times will pass, but so will our good times.

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