it is that you must weep,
Due to heartlessness from a creep,
Time will sort out all that's wrong.
And replace it with a song.
Why do we let our heads hang low,
Because of some disheartening woe?
We do not lose, it's the other one,
Who loses all and surely gains none.
Stop your weeping it's time to smile,
You're the winner by a mile.
So lift your head up,really high,
It will all heal bye and bye.
Poetry seems to be your style.
It can penetrate and even beguile.