Dany Four

The sum of weary waves, puts love on hold for fear, others close the gate, at the time you celebrate, let the poor come near, broken laws relate, for those consumed and crazed, sometimes you make clear, be gentle today, why scream or hesitate, you need to hear, these castaways, when bells ring out oblate, don't worry what is dear, better this than fate, time is just a knave, it measures dust not years, don't judge the late, each evening castigate, all your foolish tears, smother them with praise, whatever you can bear.