one day we may find love

one day we may grieve it’s loss

one day we may find love again

grieving for it’s loss again

one day we find peace

one day we rest

one day will be the best

knowing it won’t last

one day will make sense

one day will be eternity

last day that will never end

one day will be gone

grieving for it’s loss again

one day will look alike

one day will merge into one

one day becomes the first day

the one where thoughts will end

one day the feelings gone

one day the memories fade

one day the hurt stopped

ignored by the self obsessed mind

one day selfishness will end

one day compassion will come

one day wisdom is realised

may it come to be

samsara is shite

Anon, n.d., Anon, [muttered by a buttered mallard slow cooked stuffed in mutton in an old clay oven], Anon: Anon