Well, I too have been thinking a lot about the world lately. It seems that everything is going sour - from killer wild fires and hurricanes to killers and idiots and megalomaniacs running the world - into the ground; which is a strange way of putting it.
Anyway, my verses have taken a sad and lonely turn of late - thankfully, not reflecting my conditions in real life.
So here is a Quadrille.
Hope On The Strand
I met her on the strand
Told her my name
She said hers was Hope
We talked then hid away and did some things
My mistake to fall in love so easily
Since she soon sailed away
Now I walk the strand alone