Si Quid Adhuc Ego Sum Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

If anything at all I am,
It is to you I should give thanks.
For if an exile I'm to be,
Where better than in Italy?
And in what better company?
If I with one must share my life,
Through ups and downs, through dark and light,
What other could be my Miss Right?
Fair, at least to this beholder,
And when I'm in despair,
Why, there's your willing shoulder.
Firm as the stoutest oak,
Sufficient strong to stand the fiercest gust,
Though at first sight not seeming so robust.
Sound, wise, to these and to most other eyes.
Yet more praise on you could be heaped,
But now perhaps it's time to rest,
Since Ovid said it long ago:
"Si quid adhuc ego sum,
Muneris omne tui est."



7/9/2020
Denys E. W. Jones