A seeming in the seam

A treasured eye glance gleam

You're reaping what you earn

And to the dust return

All thoughts of wayward dreams

 

Memories of sundry days

Beg forth the wretch to play

A haunting, longing cello

The white among the yellow

Soon lost into the sway

 

Don't ply the trade, your foibles

Spiked by a crown of needles

Into the hay is thrown

All knowledge you have known

The troubles you have sown