sad poem

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
skies they were ashen and sober
one with you
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
there's one that i once loved so much
of sun nor stars
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
for then without
did you ever hear of
and my name is truthful
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen