Thoughts of troubadours and hardships
flood the mind as centuries
fly to times when life was basic
and each day was challenging
Time when bread was baked in embers
in the hearth of village huts
oats and barley and some millet
were what most folks could afford
Water was not very clean then
ale and mead is what they drank
clothes were coarse of wool or leather
feet wrapped tight in leather skins
Few were joys of sage and laurel
lavender or fancy lace
most folks dealt with bare survival
few allowed to taste fine fare
Just a day was surely given
to whoever breathed the air
wars and famine and much sickness
reaped dark havoc day and night
Yet the soul of man is sturdy
even in the harshest times
in the plainest humble village
there were songs and laughter heard
Dancing singing and carousing
would delight the peasantry
in a dusty pebbled courtyard
easing dread of weekly toil
Thoughts of troubadours and hardships
flood the mind as centuries
fly to times when life was basic
and each day was challenging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem