CHEAP PLEAS FOR A THOUGHT

PITY

If life's a strike, a fury of thunder
Then death's a joy
A celebration, no wonder
In your own casket what will it be?
The glories of a thousand victories
Or a murmur of failures and casualties?

There is no question to be answered
No inquiries to be dealt with
No fruits to be plucked
Nor regrets to the foolishness that you did

But the heart is a mere muscle
The article of many injuries
The bond to Gretel's Hansel
A place of haunting memories

When the darkness gathers
And weariness close your eyes
To your dreams does it matters
With your neglect do you sympathize?

Our emotions will insist
That love matters and love was worth this
Our senses will betray us
And each whisper, a storm gust

No one will ever treasure you
As a bachelor does his love
You tell yourself most often
Than the fluttering wings of a dove

None will see your charm
You will live for their leavings
Nobody to keep you warm
Not a coin worth receiving

It is a shame I dare say
From here on to your dying day
The contract you have signed
The seal that they have bind
It will never shed a light
Of how a pity was your fight