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04.02.2006, 22:44 | #1 |
Old grey willow
Old grey willow
Thus, I declared war to old grey willow Which, by shattering its dieing branches Through time and time and time Cried away the glistening sun Whispering in its ever caring voice: “Don’t go out there, my old mate For they will gaze at you with hate And lead you on the path of doom. I do not want to lose the one Whom I know as, if one, my friend.” Flying along I did not answer To those fearful, foolish rhymes. For happiness to find I gathered Friends and foes around at times And Sometimes even went alone. John I met, a bard, red-bearded. Oh wise words he passed to me And asked me to, if one, regard that To anything of worth in life Rhyme and metre was the key. Doubtfully I took the road And dwelled at Arthur’s splendid Inn. Mary I met there, We went to bed there, And she took off her underwear. Women, wine and poetry I did enjoy, but was that me? Then, as the moon had travelled high I stood alone at dawn and sighed. What would my old gray willow say? University I spent a day at Becoming less that joyful poet. Got to know what man’s about And tell what daytime from a cloud. Wise man one day then spoke to me: “Go out to the woods and thereby see If you can make the most of life By proper use of stick and knife Or otherwise you elsewhere look For rhymes that are not from John’s book.” Well, I returned my path and soon Walking all alone near windy bay An eyeless stranger passed my way. I jumped behind that black brick wall, Uncarefully, then took deep fall. Last thing I ‘mem’ is someone talking About me, oh so careless walking In solitude through this and that Never having one eye back. Then I met my old grey willow. ---- 17. Jan - 1. Feb 06 |
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