The winter is fast coming,
His future is looking bleak.
Never finding what most seek,
Life‘s trial’s not for the meek!
Cascading like a mountain stream.
Life twist’s and turn’s as it careens,
Of love he can only wishfully dream.
The spring once renewed his hope,
Never’ more he’s at end of his rope
His time is done he missed the boat.
By fate, this man’s heart was smote!
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