April 20, 2016April 23, 2016

I Beseech

A day so bright and sunny

never been used to any

always in lands where

the sun shines grand

from dawn to dusk

makes one sulk

the heat is prickly

turns one sickly

year after year the sun

shines ferociously in the run

unbearable and intolerable

causes a disable in all probable

oh! mighty sun, shine not too much

have mercy on me at least now, I beseech.

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