When sadness comes
It drives away passions
Life becomes perfunctory
Restless no more—is my heart
Listless—it barely beats
Never stirs—for more impassioned feats
When melodies operatic do sound
Slight inner wakes do compound
But heart laden—broken
Isn't worth torturing—for token
Gestures given only in haste
When time and love
Forever remain chaste.
One response to “Perfunctory Life, A Poem from my Confessions”
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Sadness and longing are not perfunctory.
“When lonely feelings chill
The meadows of your mind
Just think if Winter comes
Can Spring be far behind
Beneath the deepest snows
The secret of a rose
Is merely that it knows
You must believe in Spring
Just as a tree is sure
Its leaves will reappear
It knows it’s emptiness
Is just the time of year
The frozen mountain dreams
Of April’s melting streams
How crystal clear it seems
You must believe in Spring
You must believe in love
And trust it’s on it’s way
Just as the sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May
So in a world of snow
Of things that come and go
Where what you think you know
You can’t be certain of
You must believe in Spring and love
You must believe in love
And trust it’s on it’s way
Just as the sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May
So in a world of snow
Of things that come and go
Where what you think you know
You can’t be certain of
You must believe in Spring and love”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Alan Bergman / Marilyn Bergman / Michel Jean Legrand
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