DEJECTION
I seek and get the things I never seek,
I never get whatever, I have sought.
To look for her, I walk along the creek,
And want her badly, but I find her not.
A thousand useless trinkets but I find,
Like sea shells all sizes hues an’ myriad shapes,
Which tidal waves, receding leave behind
On teeming beaches and self preening capes.
On suchlike barren, gray and gloomy days,
One wonders- why one lives an’ why one breaths?
Or why one freezes during burning Mays?
Or why in cold Decembers burns an’ seethes?
When day is dreary, endless, overlong,
When evening takes a year to come along.
