They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

Remorse Is Memory Awake.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

They Say That “time Assuages” - Time Never Did Assuage - An Actual Suffering Strengthens As Sinews Do, With Age - Time Is A Test Of Trouble - But Not A Remedy - If Such It Prove, It Prove Too There Was No Malady

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.