Too long have I dreamed
brown is now what once was a bright green field
oh time how heartless and mindless
my youth it did ravenously did steal-
I have dreamed too long
the deepest winter is written on my greying brow
my voice is muted and broken
past joyful songs I've forgotten to sing now-
age is a weary story-teller
its theme is endless sorrow
old tears are too familiar
each has cast a lingering shadow
only the grace of love will I follow
ere the night slips into oblivious slumber
and takes away the day's splendid glow--
farewell, all is well---there's nothing more to remember
3.30 pm Melbourne time,22nd August 2022
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