Frustration bellows the firey wheel,
that turns the clock of life,
as he and darkness share a meal,
by his sunned daytime wife.
The meal he thought to celebrate,
collapsing of the end,
of times he felt it grow too late,
his lonliness to end.
His shadowed youth,
the starry bends of his farstretching fruits,
too know he has found a friend,
a friend to the bitter end.
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