When lonely and forlorn in night’s grey gloom
A heart begins its sojourn of despair
And yearning for a fellowship in bloom
Instead walks out to find its branches bare,
The mind will hearken back to days of cheer
Recalling more than ever was at hand;
A laughter always rising to the ear,
The stations of all friendships fully manned.
Then truth, in pity, gives its rightful place
To memory, however far removed
From truth, for memory we must embrace
When fate will not allow our lot improved.
        Imagining a gone but golden day,
        With force we cast reality away.