Weltschmerz Poem by Meng Lim Dr

Weltschmerz

The roots of life's tree
have loosened their grip
the leaves shrivel and tremble
old age has seen enough
and longs for rest and sleep -

not yet the shadow of death
only the weariness and ceaseless grind
dimmer grow the once-inspired eyes
which are cast now on the descending sunset -

love, long-suffering love
heaves such a heavy sigh
still it has an unyielding grip
though Weltschmerz has drawn by.