Time may bring misfortune and sorrow,
Sometimes it’s just unjustly skimpy.
Periodic strains, and even shock,
Heart, brain, constant drain.
Dispensing with an annoyed chief,
What about the early end.
Nobody merits, to breathe in doubt,
It has been a dark replete year!
Pure talks often hurt,
All this gloom, could we transpose?
This has been the sheerest tilt,
Nothing left, only hope.