The King's Conversion Poem by Jayl Morris

The King's Conversion



Oh King, how far different from one another,
art the things thou hast now done,
and, but a short while before.
That, now, having pronounced thyself a happy man,
thou art shedding now such baleful tears.

Saith He, 'Yes, for after I had reckoned up,
it came into my mind to feel pity...
the thought of howbrief was the whole life of Man,
Seeing that of these multitudes
not a single one will be left alive,
when a hundred years have passed us by.



April 1974

Monday, January 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: melancholy
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My son Elton was born shortly before this was written.
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