Sour And Bore
All world is thankless
however good or nice you be
whole near and dear turn heartless
and refuse to stand by thee
Those big brothers are spine-less
in hours of need, hide and flee
my wife is often senseless
her every step measured at a fee
The days ahead are bare and charmless
slow-motion horror and melee
deserted and alone - I am helpless
purpose of life....! all seems funny
poem by Santhana Louis
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