This too will pass

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