Time's Accomplished Fool

If time to heal is time best spent alone

Though spent in company speeds it faster

Enforced within these blackish waters foam

And feelings lost contemplating plaster

Walls that crush with every passing moment

Bed that aches to see its mistress pillowed

Beard that grows and furrows ploughed in torment

Eyes that redden ride the nose that billowed

I was Spring's fool and felt a youth immortal

She was the Summer season bound to Fall

Now here stare I at Winter's frozen portal

And memories from my anguished mind do crawl

Had I this time again once more to try

I'd surely do as badly 'fore I die