poems by Donald James Dolby
The Pain Of Life
What's next? I cry
What else is there
To come my way
To make this life
Worse than it is today.

What is it for?
Does anybody know?
Does anybody care?
Are we devil's playthings?
Is he grinning in his lair?

Fleeting moments come
And life I just can bare
But moments later gone
Wait for the next to show
But in between - so long.
Notes :-
October 2000, Hazlemere