The silent suff’rer sheds no tears,
No woeful word from her is heard,
Warm smiling eyes betray no fears,
No patent sign of pain deferred;
A stoic stares indifferently,
His sphinx-like face a joyless mask;
Secreted thoughts a deep Dead Sea,
To salvage these a fruitless task;
As Summer Sun her passage wends,
Autumnal Chill his counsel keeps;
When Winter’s Frost his presence tends,
Spring’s vibrant colours snugly sleeps.
Fair destined Life her course needs run,
For consummation to be done!
© Meanderings 2015