On Lord Byron
On Lord Byron
Far away from thistle and thorn
a genius and great poet was born
Lord Byron was his great name
making love with words his game
The world had him not very long
his verses danced like a song
Women swoon at his written charms
those chosen loved in his arms
He was born to many a woman bed
excesses raced in his wild head
Often crazy and without any cares
he juggled many hot love affairs
Fate lusted to grab him too soon
as he shown like the August moon
Sadness invaded his hectic life
in dying, he left his poor wife
Far away from thistle and thorn
a genius and great poet was born
Lord Byron was his great name
making love with words his game
Robert J. Lindley
06, 22, 1970
Note- Written so long ago. Edited today, shortened by two stanzas....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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