Elegy Of Thought

Yesterday, I met a wonderful young lady,

she had a strange walk about her, a strange sort of talk,

a strange sort of smile and a strange sort of knock

was on my door when she had come searching.

The lady named thought had sought my help,

in great depression and distress she cried and whelped

out a thousand things that was wrong her life.

She had been hitherto a good and faithful wife

and a life long companion of the mankind,

but now, nobody in her, did any use find.

Now, I am no Plato nor an Aristotle,

but I am merely a mortal

trying to live his life - I explained.

But she wouldn't stop, stop the complains. 

All that she said seemed to make sense

But I didn't have no time or any pence 

to throw on her bowl of attention

which angered her and she left my home with a strong intention

of never returning back.

Good riddance - I meant to think,

but lo! Found myself unable to do so!

Staring at the objects, blinking blankly,

I did what was told. 

Am I loosing, loosing my mold? 

Or is this the way it was meant to be? 

Stop casting your prying eyes on me!

Confused and conflicted.

The mirror reflected

the spinning hands of the clock

which laughed and mocked

the years I spent in disease. 

Will somebody help me, please? 

Today I met a wonderful young lady,

she had a strange walk about her, a usual sort of talk,

a usual sort of smile and a usual sort of knock

was on my door when she had come searching.

The lady named thought had come my help,

while in great depression and distress I cried and whelped

out a thousand things that was wrong my life.

She had been hitherto a good and faithful wife

and a life long companion of the mankind,

And now I realize that all I ever needed
was there in her to find.