Perhaps you’d lift a glass with me-
To all that never where.
You know? the ones that also ran,
But never raised a stir?
The charge that never quite took place-
The battle not quite fought...
The work begun, but left undone-
The vessel never wrought?
The love that died ere it had bloomed-
The vows that no one spoke-
The dream conceived, but not believed
The heart that’s not yet broke?
To me a man who might have been
A shadow, vague...forlorn-
A pauper? priest? a king? a rogue?
A bard who died unborn.
Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html
[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 01-30-2000).]