Pangs and Ardor

Time is never ending brief Of a deluge to come and a lost breeze. Ponder in its sphere is nor to invade Handful trials on which victim hath paid. The spoil the toil the present unleash Arms wide might fill the valley deep. Time relentlessly keeps reminding the weak of the troubles to come due to the lost opportunities. The judgmental wise would never account for the trivial attempts of the weak. The remains of failures the suffering the wasted hustle and the sorry life only plead for one embrace of love and understanding which might lessen the differences between the wise and the victim.