Oh
Melancholy
By
Marvin
Allan Williams
Oh,
Melancholy my old friend.
How you
come to visit when I expect you not.
You
bring memories of the past, then leave me to my thoughts.
You
bring with you the chill winds and gray skies.
The rain
falls like tears from above.
And the
angel’s song speaks of sorrow.
I hear
their whispers within the gusts.
I weep
for all that is lost.
I lay
spent and welcome sleep.
In the
morning light you are gone.
Whisked away in the morning
sun
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