  Tired of the past and present, For the slowly fading years Have brought so little of joyance, So many sorrows and tears. Tired of fighting life’s battle Between evil and the good; Tired, so tired of living And being misunderstood. The path of life to the present Has been hard and rough all the way; My feet are worn and bleeding, And burdened from day to day With a load that never grows lighter; And hope dying with the years Of toil and disappointment, Life’s bitterness, pains, and tears. Tired of the cold surroundings Of folly, ambition, and pride; The glint, the glitter, and falseness Alluring on every side. Tired of my own sad longings For blessings I never knew: A love that is deep and changeless, A friend that is ever true. Tired of the stony glances Of eyes cold as pale death, Where charity never lingers, And with their icicle breath They blight and wither the blooms Enshrined in the human heart; The bright hopes and aspirations Of our life a very part. Life’s like the sea, ever restless, Limitless, deep, and wide, Where many gallant ships go down Battling ’gainst storm and tide; Whilst others sail gaily afar ’Mid beautiful isles of song, O’er blue and sunny wreathed seas, Where pleasures innumerable throng. Tired of watching and waiting The dawn of a happier day; Will the night with gloom and sadness Nevermore pass away? If there’s aught in the mystic future Of reward for the dreary past, Will the wayworn, weary wanderer Find rest and peace at last? |
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