Late Lament

Breathe deep the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsitter people look back and lament

Another day's useless energy spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;

Lonely man cries for love and has none;

New mother picks up and suckles her son;

Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colours from our sight

Red is grey is yellow white

But we decide which is right

And which is an illusion