The Mist

Its a misty day.
Shake my fist,
Though I may,
I can not chase
The mist
Away.

I have kissed,
And forgot the mist
In love and wine,
For a time.
But, on this foggy day,
I know
That, shake my fist
Though I may,
That I shall go
Into the mist,
One misty day.