The Old Man and the Garden Fairies

Now I am mad. It comes as no surprise.      

The garden fairies dance before my eyes,

Years of nonsense will drive anyone mad.

But these cherubs are welcoming not sad.

For the most part mine was a life unlived.

Born here to do the work of those unloved.

I really didn't achieve anything.
The precious part of me wanted to sing.

I didn't find the cure for cancer.
Just took my lead from the other dancer.

A life without courage or endeavour.

Will hardly allow greatness to endure.

The garden sprites do not comfort me now.

They mock the promise I did not allow.