the world is all black and blue
the reasons to live are very few
machinery of mind is clogged without a clue
but it seems there is a lot left due
the eyes have been made obscure
seeing pitch darkness, without a cure
and a ball of fire, moving away to lure
telling that deep down in is a soul pure
tge ears have turned deaf, hard of hearing
credit to the taunts which I was fearing
inly a dogging buzz kept on cheering
that there were things worth than tearing
the mind is clogged with dust of sorrow
the heart deep down is emptied, hollow
unaware of what's next, what will follow
but something tells, there's hope for morrow
the machinery sure is clogged with dement
rusted, corroded, settled hard cement
overtaken by the sighs of regret and lament
but it has hope, round the corner is content
S