Grief of the Bard
After the end of all the loudest times
A poet breathed in yet another breath
Finally prepared to present his rhymes
About love and hate, even life and death
Prepared to give stories with falls and climbs
To tell the tale of Mark, Calvin, and Seth
Many more indeed was planned to be told
Every story worth more indeed than gold
He went out giving stories from his lips
He told and put people in raptured spell
His normal words seemed to do tricks and flips
He gave stories from his deep inner well
He proclaimed heroics and he bowed dips
He did that until his endless joy fell
His great morale and hope not even spared
For behold not even one person cared
He begged and begged to those listeners dull
Each of those precious tales he tried to give
He tried, tried, to make those people’s lives full
They may have survived but refused to live
So the bard was forced to not save their souls
Each soul silent as under sedative
So, sorry to leave the hopeless, he left
Left unable to share those works so deft
Copyright © Trapper Jones | Year Posted 2025
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