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Sabledrake Magazine December, 2000
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PoemsCopyright 2000 by Michael L Straus
The Old Mans SongI am old, my bones are tired. My heart is week, my soul is mired. I look to the west, I look to the sea. Take me away, I beg of thee. For I am empty. I have nothing left, I have given my all. I have done my best. My sword is broken, My walls undone. The battles I fought are far gone. Everything I know, everyone I trust. They have all gone to dust. I have no regrets, this path I chose, and where it has lead me only god knows. No hearth, no home, no kith nor kin. No family for a man like me. The rode I chose, and a good friend it has been, but now my road is covered with weeds. Wounds that never heal, memories that never fade. I have born my burden long now take it away. I have come to the shore, I am down on my knees. Take me away I beg of thee. For I am old, my bones are tired. My heart is week, my soul is mired. I look to the west, I look to the sea. Take me away, I beg of thee. When I was young, the sword I chose. Faith in my hand and where the road rose. I followed the road year after year. Sometimes I knew comfort and other times fear. Treasures I have lost and won, but I would trade it all if I had a son. The kings that I served, are faded away. The burdens I carry get heavier every day. So I come to the shore, this prayer on my lips. Make the pain end, make it quick. For I am old, my bones are tired. My heart is week, my soul is mired. I look to the west, I look to the sea. Take me away, I beg of thee. I look to the shore, I look to the sea. I look upon golden sails meant for me. I hear the song and the weight is gone. Come aboard and be young. For we go to the sea, we go to the west and there at last I shall know rest.
Children of Oberon.Children of Oberon hear my song. Of the spinning of the seasons all year long. First Harsh winter has come at last, the world is asleep but this to shall pass. Then. Come spring, spring. Here the bells ring. Festive god Pan what will you bring. A season of renewal it seems. Turn to. Summer, solstice. Changing of the year. Six months gone, six still left to cheer. Now. Summers heat turns to autumns embrace, clouds will come to hide the suns face. Fall, fall the best season of all. Dance with the spirits and hark to all hallows eve call. And now dear children we have come full turn, it is winter again and what have we learned ? Seasons change. The world still spins. Nothings the same. Begin again. Take joy in today and hope in the marrow from summers growth to winters sorrow. For now we come dear children of Oberon to the end of my song, of the spinning of the seasons that goes on and on.
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