Time of Disillusionment . . .
Time in quiet introspection is often spent
Peace and quiet of reflection heaven sent
As I’m resting on my laurels of equanimity
Making the most of my so called anonymity
The indifferences that lie in my uncertainty
So carefully fall from my sins inadvertently
Disillusionments' are there to be paralyzing
Friends lacked why found so unsurprisingly
Words written are so more uncompromising
As more time spent on more philosophizing
No friends has he as in self-pity he wallows
While lost deeper inside cavernous hollows
At a more timely birth he starts to descends
As more happier time to his friends he lends
Moral is no friends has he when one is down
Seeked only for his humour of being a clown
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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