a sudden crash

[fledgist]

each shattered heart will be reknit
these darknesses will some day pass
the future's in a cloudy sort of glass
but opens up to humour and to wit
from past to present we've been split
from all the pleasures of our class
each one has gone with haste to grass
the lamp of wisdom has not yet been lit
a lot will happen before it can rain
thunder may warn or perhaps not
so much has still not come into my sight
answers are many but not one is plain
what we've been told is surely simple rot
and hope will not return until deep night