Monday, December 19, 2016

Better Days

Whatever the season,
We always hoped.
We always thought
Of better days.

That greying wall,
That broken window,
They do remind me
Of better days.

We used to wander
In this here garden.
We used to dream
Of better days.

In days of drizzle,
I sheltered her
And together we talked
Of better days.

We had no money,
But we had love.
She taught me to  think
Of better days.

But then the illness
Came unnoticed.
Now I cannot dream
Of better days.

That dammed cholera
Took my princess.
How can I dream
Of better days?

Under my umbrella
I touch her flowers
And curse all thoughts 
Of better days.


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