Late Lament

Breathe deep the gathering gloom, Watch lights fade from every room, Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent. Impa*sioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none, New mother picks up and s*ckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold-hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colours from our sight, Red is gray and yellow white, But we decide which is right, And which is an illusion?