Better get over the worries and troubles if you can
poison oft  works better than elixir, man!

IF Lord Tennyson were alive

possibly  he only could tell

 Where the Lotus Eaters thrived

nibbling the fruit of forgetfulness

they so admired, and where they are now?

Was  Tennyson  merely fantasizing

or talking about the real life, God knows best;

But the fact is Life continues as usual

travails follow the trail of fate

happiness gets shrouded in clouds of dust

the rain drops are not as sweet as before

there is more acid and dust in fate’s fold

Love that   once throbbed  the Heart

Is but a humming of whispering pygmies

the show goes on and on

leaving no escape from glum and gloom

Kings and beggars suffer the same fate

their joys and happiness are hierarchically akin

beggars they are  both  , beggars they will remain

both live by asking this way or that

 OAlfred Tennyson! tell me where the lotus grew

Tell me where peace resides,

tell me the prescription you once told

to the Lotus eaters now extinct

leaving us behind in abandon dire

better get over the worries and troubles if you can

poison sometimes works better than elixir, man!