Many men..

I’ve seen men myriad,

I regret

I remember few

All boasting of the truth

Though,

Not one had a clue.

They reckon the path

that lies in front

Unknown

of the facet-

Roses laid were all burnt.

They still prowl

In search of felicity,

In vain

for there never existed

a thing of gaiety.

Them tramp away

from the shadows of past,

so futile,

for there are few days

when your conscious last.

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