The natalsod of loneliness and fading beauty
loitering in despondency quivering in puberty
maudlin of adolescence vexation of maturity
scoured for affection but found solemnity
abounding in joylessness striving for affability
lurking for sympathy smouldering in a travesty
reminiscence of those innocent wobbles all with agility
woebegone and lovelorn asking for felicity
those were taciturn sighs with brewing tepidity
sure that innocence might suffer calamity
oblivion of my abrasions everybody enjoyed fecundity
this anecdote is an unheard tragedy, not fatuity