The Muse has left me Vanished Dead And gone No memory lingers on.
The thoughts that once had filled my head Of friends and colleagues long since dead The images of life and love Soft inspiration from above
It isn’t that I cannot feel The senses which beguile me still Of lonely times and crowded hours
And yet this task exceeds my powers To give words to my deepest thoughts Ideas Ambitions Hopes My joys and fears
There was a time Not long since past When thoughts came to me Sure and fast Not laboured Slow As They Do Now.
When often upon my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood And try to catch the how and why The what and when of childhood. The babe is father to the man ……….
And though these thoughts just ran and ran I could no longer find the link Or impulse bring me to the brink Of holding memories in verse In couplets Stanzas Rhythms terse Tunes of glory Tunes of praise Sad soliloquy of forgotten days When songsters rhymed the sounds of June With croon And noon A poet’s boon Then find a match For pearl and jade In forest glade Or garden laid.
I mock not their art Their petty rhyme To me they seem just now sublime
Earth has not anything to show my fair Though me Dull soul It has passed by It isn’t as if I didn’t care For love of words and poetry.
A camel crossed the fiery waste In search of food and drink At last it found a water-hole And gasped upon the brink The sun was hot The sand was dust All moisture had been dried And there upon the water’s edge The thirsty camel died.
I look through my fingers And what do I see? I see Evie peeping at me. She looks through her fingers And what does she see? She sees Grandad peeping at she. We look through our fingers And what do we see? We see Vivvy peeping at we.
So this is what it is to lose ……. My family jokes do not amuse ….. I’ll burn my books the Doctor said (Without mine I would be dead).
Please help me with this paltry verse I know that I have not written worse Now, The Muse has left me And is long gone And you will have to close this song.