what we have made is not enough for song
so we are told by critics of the age
who always urge the young to disengage
and tell the old they are no longer strong
the middle-aged must see they can't belong
and therefore are required to quit the stage
it seems there is no text left on this page
that can't be so thus the whole tale is wrong
where we began no hero could pretend
to claim the moment and the victor's crown
but infant struggles of the teller's art
convert each listener into a friend
bring each lost wanderer safe back to town
and know the climax is there from the start
2 comments:
Thank you for this, I copied it into Word and saved in my inspiration file on my loaned laptop (hopefully we will eventually have enough $$ or find a cheap new i Book on the auction site a friend recommended). It Is going onto the stick memory that I'm now keeping religiously.
I've been a bit stalled on a new novel and this poem is great inspiration.
Paula Helm Murray
dragonet@kc.rr.com
Paula: Thanks very much.
Fragano
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