Soon the bulbs will burst out into flower
Whether I am living  or am dead
The sun will shine before and after showers

Life may be a minute or an hour
Remember what the  prophets ancient said
Still  the bulbs will burst out into flower

The cruel Assad in Syria has his power
No doubt he delights himself in bed
The sun will shine and then will come the showers

Donald Trump’s  bright face does not allure
Destroying truth so even Satan’s mad
Regardless bulbs will burst out into flower

Bibi builds his walls, says that’s the cure
Yet hang gliders from hills  might  hit his shed
The sun can shine   precisely as rain pours

Walls and wars with guns and gas ahead
Bombs will  break the boredom of the dead
Soon the bulbs will burst out into flower
The sun will shine  regardlesss , it’s not ours.

 

He lived to see his little boy start school
Even to beget another child
But child unborn, he’s snatched by  relapse cruel

 

The  lows and highs , the  treatment by new tools
Drive even saints  to  desperate states of mind
Yet he lived to see his little boy start school

Do we think our losses make us fools?
That we should keep ourselves in temper mild
When child unborn, he’s snatched by  relapse cruel?

In our minds emotions can fight duels
Till we ‘re caught between  our love and bile
How did his little boy  get on at school?

Give his widow  strength to   bear their child~
Her life is  hard   and her complexion pale
Her child unborn, her man lost,  panic rules.

We women cover up with long dark veils
To hide the hardships of our life’s travails
Toby’s   little boy has  started school
Another child is coming ,  love is cruel