There will be days my love,
There will be nights.
There will be noons too,
And after bed delights.

Will you admire yourself,
For ‘smore days?
Or will you wallow yourself in pity,
For dangly Daisy beds?

I have seen no more,
Than the ants travelling by.
I befriend some,
But do not see their hideous crimes.

How often do we see,
Hear or talk to glamours abroad?
How often do we not ignore,
The telltale signs of blood ‘n more?