Poem: The Maddening Song

What can be said that has not already been sung.
I wish not for a new thought but an old one.
To sing what has been forgotten and lost.
But of all things to lament what is done.

Nothing more can bring great joy or sorrow
Then to sing the Maddening Song called Time.
For no matter how strong or feeble all bend a knee
to a breathless master who has given the beat and rhyme.

To sing the Maddening Song is to submit to the tune.
The final thought before I lie in that dusty tomb
To live with peace long before it is due.

Posted in: Essays

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