When will the curtains be down
My sagging morale
My crumbling world
My Betrayed past
My Beleaguered future
Tell me where the strings are snapped
The warped strains are wrecking my nerves
Ebbing Swirl of tears
The wisdom and experience never helped
When the storms gripped
Assault after assault left my marrow dry
Cruel fate tiptoes with senectitude
Where is the morning in the evening of life?
Where is the spring when winter is an eternity?
Good-bye blooming meadows good-bye sprightly birds
My sinews fail me casting a long shadow of devastation
The show is becoming dull and drab
One by one people are filing
Leaving me alone in the enveloping void
The silence is exploding
When will the curtains be down
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