Lament To Percy Shelley, (1792 – 1822) Poem by Kevin Condron

To feel the wind, the rain, the sun
And pause to watch a starlit sky
And wake to sounds of singing birds
To live a life before we die

Yet time goes past and we are blind to see
Including me
Cherished love, rare beauty
All too often missed
And unlike you we grow old
The rich have comfort, the poor have always pain

You died so young, but still you shine so bright
A vision for mankind, a guiding light
That we may follow and yet too seldom do
Wisdom without love cannot flourish

A destiny of darkness, unless we think like you