There was a time when all motions were subdued

By reworking thought processes more in tune

With acceptability of a righteous situation

For as we mature more, there seems salvation



In simple processes which alleviate stress

And yet some are also wrapped up in dress

Of another apt code which is prompted along

Sometimes by rewriting words of an old song



It refers to not being able to be with the one you love

And then does prompt to love the one you're with & shove

Aside those pangs of pain which are so bundled up inside

Your heart, & loneliness seeps out of your pores in tides



I don't know whether this is always too good a thing

For not anyone is as likely to make your heart sing

Although some good can be had from another's sharing

It can confuse your mind, and thus block your hearing



And vision which is clouded by constant grievous tears

Is likely to be hooked on things other than one's fears

Of being alone forever unless one takes the opportunity

Which presents itself in a single moment of warm glory.



- Tristram