all that remains

the sight of rain does not this day depress
there's nothing to do now just simply wait
the time to come may not harm or repress
it's too late for that now far far too late
the chance to go will come again that's true
the chance to see new places and new folk
all sorts of things will soon come into view
but all of it's no more than nature's joke
the force that holds us in our proper places
is artificial it cannot prevent our choice
it cannot hide from us our proper faces
and cannot silence any person's voice
life is a jest some say and that is so
but every jest requires someone to know