A Childish Muse For a Child Mind
ntoward are the ill-starred,
unto death is the road.
Unto all is charity.
Unto life is wine.
The merry sing unto sleep
then unto dreamlands
they must go, I and you,
each of us the king of Xanadu.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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