In your life, in your home, you don't solicit <br />You don't wish, but I come, I pay my visit. <br /> <br />None I forget or forebode, rich or poor <br />None I forgive or forgo, I knock the door. <br /> <br />You pave my way, or I make my own <br />But I come, I don't care you frown. <br /> <br />You don't like my presence, you say "No" <br />But I can't delay or defer, I go <br /> <br />Wherever I wish, whenever I like <br />Your anguish I don't care, I strike. <br /> <br />I rob your belongings, shatter your hope <br />I laugh as you sob, I leave you mope. <br /> <br />I destroy your dream, your peace of mind <br />I tear your joy, I'm cruel, I'm unkind. <br /> <br />I'm destined, sure to come, I'm merciless <br />I'll come. I'll take my dues, leave you helpless. <br /> <br />I'll give you deep sorrow, pain and grief <br />Friends will desert you, or pretend to be deaf. <br /> <br />Fear me, beware me of, know me very well <br />I'm your bad time, certain to come, very near I dwell. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. <br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-time-is-sure-to-come/
