Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

Memory - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

A YEAR is a thief
Who comes in the guise of a friend
Saying, 'Let us travel together,
We have much to give each other.
See, I hold back nothing--
For what is giving
Between friends?'

Yet when the year departs
He takes his gifts with him--
'Oh, Robber!' we cry,
Aghast and weeping,
'Nay,' he replies, 'I did but lend.
Still, for your weeping, I will leave you something.

It is not the real thing
But you may keep it always.'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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