Slings and arrows

Under the blue sky      Monday returns with a smile
and the very fact that none of my dreams has yet
come true gives me hope that they might still
              it pains me to think that all my life
my fate has been in the hands of clocks and how
each tolling bell has weighed so heavily on my heart
Truly I must confess
                    that the distempered arithmetic of the stars
leaves me cold      what with the arcane codifications
of their portents lying far beyond the powers
of my illiterate soul      No      It is to her lips that I would
rather look to read such words that do profess
undying love and endless pleasure          unmitigated
by the slings and arrows of the unruly day to day
that do so curse our being in this toilsome universe

John Lyons

Corrected from earlier post

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