The Fools Tale
There once was a man who had found true love yet squandered it away,
And for this one transgression is tormented to this day.
He found the girl to call his own and bade her to be his wife,
But to the chapel he came too late and the poor girl had taken her life.
The day that they were pledged to marry he’d started for the church,
But highway men had stalled his progress thus leaving her in the lurch.
And with her dying breath she uttered the words to a horrible curse,
Now wandering has become his penance with no way ever to reverse.
The only name by which he’s called brings laughter from the cruel,
For he is the one who is known to all by name of the wandering fool.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2012
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