As Dr. Einstein's love for science increased,
His name, work, became a subject of discussion,
Especially, in higher learning and social circles.
At the age of thirty two, Prof. Einstein had already
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Out of the silence and the shade
What is the voice of strange command
The night is dark, the stinging sleet,
Swept by the bitter gusts of air,
Drives whistling down the lonely street,
And glazes on the pavement bare.
Like a corpse left behind
In desert by the caravan
That had to go on
On journey unfinished.
How long vain Hope do'st thou my joys suspend?
Say! must my expectation know no end!
Thou wast more kind unto the wandring Greek
R-efrain from forlorn feelings
O-n the eleventh of June;
S-adness shares no mirth,
A-iming at the blue moon.
Caught in La La land without a ride...
Can leave one inert as if inside a pool of cement.
The sadness that arises fro' this situation can keep one mentally tied...
Are we drowning in our own pool of sadness and depression?
- Forlorn self -
Things fall apart and doomsday dawns,