The Bard's Song In a Pub

That day in the crowded pub as the bard began to sing what a friend wrote and he composed stopping the dancers in their tracks as the words danced in their heads The song was not on holding hands lapped by the evening breeze at the strand Transfixed they left the floor like bobbing boats getting to the shore sitting down to hear the words that struck them as brandishing swords The lyrics were new to their ears like seeing a rose in colors of peers I have the strings of the labyrinth i have a little knowledge of things I can digress a little I may linger for a while I may transgress as well but with knowledge on my side like a raft it will carry me through the river in tide I will not be late In getting to the gate I have the strings of the labyrinth...