The song of sadness

lilting melody

The song of sadness

It lilts in me

It goes away

It comes back again

.

In happy times uncommon

It seems to fade

In negative periods aplenty

Wealth does not appease

.

How shrill I'm censured

Cannot compare

The banshees within

Haunt me past death

.

Too soon sleep comes

Too brief we wake

And so I'm happy

Even golden dooms