Give me Time and let me Learn
My Name to Carve on rocks of Fame
That when to Hades I finally Bow
My yesterday dead, shall tomorrow Know
Give me Nurture, watch me Grow
Till Eternity, my Lyrics shall soar
On Wings of Rhyme doth fly higher
Through Calm and Tide, Ice and Fire
Take not the Lyre, let me Play
Of Myths and Legends, Young and Grey
And perhaps when I pass on
Shalt thou sing this Old Bard- Song
Give me Time, Nurture and Lyre
Watch me weave words like Thorns and Briers
That Posterity fails not to admire
The beauty of the Bard’s poetic Attire.
@2010, Razon-Anny Justin's 'The Metamorphosis and Other Poems'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem