Nor with the world...

I am not alone with you.
Nor with the world at large.
When I thought dear life thru,
Here comes a fresh, new charge.

Write down what you think
Or an altered variant.
Get your pieces all a'sync
And much will be the merriment

Fire, brimstone and raining hail
are ready for th'unreformed
Be a friend, skirt the jail
Our lives may yet be charmed.

So Much Depends

So Much Depends on making it Rhyme
That what's apparent from time to time
Is one must back away off things
Where one no good, right talent brings.

(I am talking directly to you,
go and sigh, Boo-Hoo.)