Our Lives are like raindrops in the Past,
That disappear and won’t come back.
Only Love Saves, till the bitter end,
To Love and be Loved what more can there be?
To Love and be Loved is pure ecstasy,
A life fulfilled, Romantically.
To and Fro, Hither and Thither,
The Present is always
Worse than the Past.
Danger always, up ahead,
Tyranny, shows it’s ugly head,
Bad planning, Country bled,
Can’t contain the tears,
The yesteryears of song and fun,
Are now forgotten, gone and done
What lies ahead, is no sweet song,
For now, what’s right, Before was wrong!