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How Sad True Sadness
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And hope to spare,
But as youth ebbs,
And hope recedes,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And hope to spare,
But as youth ebbs,
And hope recedes,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
Published 2nd Jun 2018
Author's Note
'And If My Soul is Crying' was penned during an episode of almost unbearable abyssal sadness that took place some time in 2015. 'How Sad True Sadness' possibly dates from the same tristful period that produced 'And If My Soul is Crying'.
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
2nd Jun 2018 10:41am
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2nd Jun 2018 11:29am
Thank you very much, Melia, and yes sadness can linger in all of life's stages, very true. Carl.
2nd Jun 2018 11:24am
2nd Jun 2018 11:31am
Thank you so much, and yes, it was real, true to what I was feeling. Carl.
