There's sorrow and pain <br />Wherever we want to go, <br />We search thoroughly in vain <br />To prosper and grow; <br />What will become of this <br />For nothing is too far fetched, <br />Onward thought a mere wish <br />Bleaked out and stretched. <br /> <br />Gray clouds in much rain <br />The days too lost to know, <br />A turning wheel ah here again <br />Something that's a while ago; <br />Too many things it then is <br />Through with past time etched, <br />One of those little reminisce <br />Unimportant and outstretched. <br /> <br />There's sorrow and pain <br />In the house down the row, <br />Ordinary life and strain <br />TV taboos and scarecrow; <br />All we cannot ordinarily dismiss <br />Brought to mind and sketched, <br />With dissatisfaction and hiss <br />The many things we retched.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-and-pain-from-rhythmicon-50-lead-sheets-with-poems/
