A PLEA FOR THE YOUTH

Tell the tragic terrible tales
The tales of trialsome tribulations
Wail, weep, and wallow in worry
For I am a sad soul sinking silently

Lustful love and terrible toil
Painful portions in a deadly dungeon
A wicked world of greed and guile
Where we weep, grope and groan
Where we wait, weakly, we watch
Having hope and hoping high
Where I pray, pray so much!
Musing, mumbling: ‘ my joy is nigh’
But deep down, I’m dreadfully drowning
For far from me is my fate, frowning
At my plight and at my fright

Tell the tragic terrible tales
The tales of trialsome tribulations
Wail, weep, and wallow in worry
For I am a sad soul sinking silently

Crooked crocodiles croaking
Cunning crabs craving, crawling
Wanting to dissect my flesh
Waiting to devour me fresh
So sit silently still, O Shrewd Sage
On the serene, sandy, sunny shore
Pray, ponder, pity my plight
Mercy me, make my might
Safely strong and strongly sure
For I belong to the youth
I am searching for the truth

Tell the tragic terrible tales
The tales of trialsome tribulations
Wail, weep, and wallow in worry
For I am a sad soul sinking silently

Remember the golden days
Help me mend my wayward ways
Teach me to show integrity
For the sake of posterity
Give me hope for tomorrow
A good course to follow
I pray thee, O Shrewd Sage
Enigmatic epitome emanating knowledge
But if you rigidly refuse
Know that I’ll soon become rotten refuse

Then you will tell the tragic terrible tales
The tales of trialsome tribulations
You will wail, weep, and wallow in worry
For I, a sad soul sank silently.
(c) 2016, ESD