For all the blame I can take

Nothing will trump loss The call to which we have no power but spineless, godless creatures Begging for warmth,  Clinging to the begone memory-days of love youth, spring ephemeral  cherry dew drops on the eve of sorrow,  Sickness-clamor tricks of sight  Dipping on the brow of age;  Less wise of time to spoken merits  leavesContinue reading “For all the blame I can take”