Come monsoon or summer shine
My eyes are always filled with grime.
My days are long, and I long to stretch
But I can't, I'm an unfortunate wretch.
My family and friends don't visit me often
Deep inside, they think I'm simply rotten.
My neighbours, they too never drop by
I take comfort in knowing they lie close by.
It's the occasional stranger that makes my day
When they take a detour and wander astray.
For when they linger over the words on my tomb
I have but fleeting peace in the earth's womb.
My eyes are always filled with grime.
My days are long, and I long to stretch
But I can't, I'm an unfortunate wretch.
My family and friends don't visit me often
Deep inside, they think I'm simply rotten.
My neighbours, they too never drop by
I take comfort in knowing they lie close by.
It's the occasional stranger that makes my day
When they take a detour and wander astray.
For when they linger over the words on my tomb
I have but fleeting peace in the earth's womb.
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