Sometimes the world is full of gloom
Its sadness darkens every room
The seasons change, they come and go
From springtime’s warmth to winter’s snow.
Days roll on by with no account
Midst tears and sighs in great amount
And justice finds it needs a place
To challenge evil’s false embrace.
What was has been and is no more
Once lost will never be restored
The saddest words that one can say
Oh Absalom, you’ve gone astray !
Claire V. Bogdanos 