comfort

in the depths of the dark there are voices
people passing unaware of those who wake
between calm and alarm we have choices
if we must act there must be no mistake
at night the parties must not be too loud
the time of celebration is confined
the young we know have the right to be proud
the older ones to keep their youth in mind
we groan and wish for sleep to be restored
and when it is we will at once forget
we store what rest we can in a small hoard
and hope for some small liberation yet
life we are told goes on and things will pass
as do all matters raised by the living class