Generally but optional.

A hopeless shadowWithout a friendWith whom to shareSome happiness,Sometimes, a sorrowWhich in the end,Is simplyLife’s truest blend.

We’re like chickens being plucked,There is nothing that is straight,Miss the good old days of Watergate.

Life slides away,Anyway,And so doThe loveless daysOf far fetched dreamsNever retrieved.Love, so far away,Was never to be foundNever, would it beEmbraced,By destiny,Life scantily lived,Hardly receivedInsufficiently,Achieved,For without loveWe are nothing,A fallen, Autumn leaf,That has committedSuicide,Out of Wintery grief.

That deep inside you,You, yourself, hold,Sad and bold,Dark and cold,But only yours,Those,Kept forever secretNever, never told.

That redeems usAs human beings,Is Artistic Creation,A sort of illumination,All the rest is,Huff, Puff and Bluff.

Our Hearts will be together,As our Love Forever mounts.