It’s not too late
Nor is it too early
Still, the coin we can toss
Now, take a look at us
Sorrowful and depressed are we
Heavy hearted and sinking are we
With this grief from within us
That’s drying up the tears of ours
Where can it ever land us?
But, could you be thoughtful
And tell me that which is dreadful
Is it the farewell or taking hold of me?