for the test of my endurance
measured merely in stitches of time
on a gloomy ordinary day
with mem'ries passing now and then
in and out of this feeble mind
lamenting in the darkest corners
of a fully-lit room
along with this weary, waiting, wanting heart
is the smallest -- made big of a fraction of life
until now from the time
i last let these shaking hands
dance wildly, gladly, tirelessly with yours
