Why must I sing sad songs
Since now she seeks me not?
Why worry of past wrongs
And not accept my lot?
As a giant reaching tree
Doth bear the summer storm
Encloak'd in silent dignity,
Hence I shall be reform'd.
Yet as the howling gales
Within and without shake,
Some leaves do still prevail
To cause my heart to ache.
And as these remnants linger
Before their Autumn call,
Who then shall be the singer
To grieve their final fall?
(CBB Sept 2011)
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