Rare Is The Way

Rare is the way, on which I walk my days

Dare to stray through untouched sequestered glades

Go glare at the sleeping shade

So if look befall you, slow skip the snare

The prime sower, of bittersweet unawares!

And, if by chance you catch a glimmering glance

Of leaf scattered sun-dance

Think of it as a reminder rudimentary

Of life's brief, flickering fantasy-romance

Like the soft, wind-whistling summer leaf

Though spare a thought for the tragedy

That is life's many gifts to fall upon deaf ears

And, so slow go the years

Friendly fears replaced by nothing but trembling tears

So now the rich-green leaf turns frail, crisp and sere

There is a lesson to be learnt here, my dears

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