On Being But a Poet
Beneath a small mound of large stones laid
is where he now lays ..
He would not have had it, any other way ..
After all, they said
he was a poet and neither king or goodly man
He sure could tell
a tale or two though, each one of them agreed
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Neville (
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Whether it be us poets or the men who could plough the straightest furrow, we all shall pass. Our individual prowess shall be lost to the world, save for any tangible relic, and we shall be superceeded just as we took on roles once praised by our forebears....
...... and what then is left to say but "that's life"
that is precisely the write answer sir .................................................................................... N
As suitable a place as any methinks Nev. for a dreamer to rest covered with stony reminders on a windy hill maybe that he wrote out his own heart in those re-told tale-tellings - -- a simply smart poet would not want to lay any other way. - -- though I am curious now for his name................x
........... it'll come to ya when you least expect it, maybe ............... in the meantime, you will just have to accept my early New Year best wishes ................................... x
ha -- as for the name - well I accept and as for the New Year wishes well the same back acha mon ami..............x and an extra one for a piece of mistletoe........X
Mine will say!
A Poet
wouldn't you know it
A Romantic
knew how to show it
............................... thank you most kindly Dove me luv ......................................................... N 🙂
A poet the most sensitive being, noticing even minute details….a tale or two from his recount never leaves the heart….maybe he isn’t a king with green but a king with words
Well penned dear Neville
I am more than honoured Spiller ... many humungous thank you's dear friend ...................... N 🙂
The didn't kill me off, or martyr me, like a poem of recent days, but they chucked me in a hole, and shovelled in a pile of stones, or proverbial 'ton of bricks'. Why? Cos I began to sing! lol.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh .. Ok 🙂
Shall I practice 'ommm' instead? I will hum - but not pong! lol.
We will all leave this earth at some time but hopefully we will leave some fond memories Neville.
Andy
I hope so too GF60 .. but am sure you shall sir ........................ N 🙂
A good one.
how extraordinarily kind ............................. cheers 🙂
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