The Bard's Lament
The Bard’s Lament
Her silken locks are auburn hued
Her smile, with day’s long toils subdued
Her gait, as water smoothly flowing
Her form is God’s transcendence showing
As sweet the sound of placid streams
Her voice resounding in my dreams
She is Summer, from recent Spring
Still blooming, growing fragrant things
While I am Autumn, nearing cold
Grasping youth, while growing old
Time is cruel, my dreadful foe
Against it, I’ll not victory know
My fate I ne’ertheless embrace
Providence has revealed my place
A character in life’s sweet play
I’ve selected my own role to play
But if the script were mine to write
Would I arise to other heights
Or would I look back and wish to be
That man I am, God chose for me
So, though our hearts will never blend
I’ll hold her as my cherished friend.
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