A cruel joke by the master of destiny,
I laugh bitter tears at the irony.
A lifetime of alone should have made me see that we were not meant to be.
You say, "Are you okay"?
"Relative to what?", I say.
"To today, or yesterday"!
As the minutes and hours and days march by,
I am dead to feeling and cannot cry.
But on one of the 'morrows bye and bye
I will forget this pain and love again.