This too will pass
The rose that climbs upon the wall
The primrose blossom all
The Snowdrops and the Hawthorn’s
flower
As in the wee small hour
This too will pass
The road that’s cracked and torn
asunder
The memories of regret or blunder
And time as light that trips in power
Flickers brief as candlesticks in the
midnight hour
This too will pass
The Spring whose surprises do unfold
The stranger waits on a platform cold
The meeting of two friends by chance
Or the sharing of a final dance
This too will pass
All the songs of love and man
All the law broken, held or still in
plan
Every thought, or deed or act
Each right or wrong, promise or
contract
This too will pass
And so you say you love the season
Spring’s festoon April’s foolish
reason
You say the day you prefer to night
What’s bright and gay over what’s out
of sight
This too will pass
Be not surprised that all is folly
That the wheel turn’s rain requires
your brolly
Nor that woman and man curse and hurt
In Tavern’s the same doomed play rehearsed
This too will pass
I see the writing on the wall
The blood that’s in the mouth of a
fool
An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
What lies are told through Vanity
Or in Humility what Truth
This too will pass
The Starlings murmur in the sky
The Cloth is starched, cast is the
dye
The Spindle turns driven by the wheel
Desire burns but its just the way we
feel
This too will pass
I have no possessions, though once I
had Gold
Like a King, I would buy a thing;
even a soul could be sold
Wisdom is worth more than any
belonging
Sadness makes the heart larger, than
for any true or false longing
This too will pass
