Be the Bee

Be the bee within the bees bonnet pouring Not as old man in his slumber snoring For soon the bees of honey do partake And late the old man stands his last awake Come comb your honey hair as sunny fair the day Come bonny boy and toy not hour away For in the garden by the gate your destiny awaits And you may sow the early earth in straight or crooked plaits For high yon mighty oak where sun streams lightly Breaking shade with measured days of gold Beneath the canopy of stars formed nightly Your memory’s youthful life exchanged for old I have walked your many steps , run with wheels a turning Squandered youth and mis-pent truth; left ashen life a-burning So be the bee and by the by be captured in the poets eye And all of this and all of that and all before you die.