An Old Story In Rime
Just a maid just sixteen
a serving girl a go-between
upstairs and downstairs her scene
'til love was to intervene
She so young he the master's son
a web of attraction
begun
one rainy afternoon in June
A familiar tale oft told
of one so shy the other bold
an affair that hot summer long
despair did conclude that song
A baby came the next Spring
but sadly sans a wedding ring
he departed for the Great War
the wench & baby shown the door
In action the teenage swain died
the lass & bairn cried & cried
the family their kin despised
conscience money salved their pride
She another was to marry
her boy cared for by his Granny
ne're once more to see this first son
none alive know why this was done
Consequences lived on from my tale
as an emotionally crippled .male.
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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