Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters.
Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers. ↗
When a woman's face is wrinkled
And her hairs are sprinkled,
With gray, Lackaday!
Aside she's cast,
No one respect will pay;
Remember, Lasses, remember.
And while the sun shines make hay:
You must not expect in December,
The flowers you gathered in May. ↗
Optimism was for children. Once you reached adulthood then you had to join the rest of the world as a realist - life was a bag of shit you were expected to pay for. ↗
