Open Poetry #43 |
To a dear friend |
Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
No wealth have I amassed or kept on Earth; In realms of Heaven, all that I have stored, Remorse in hell is all it could afford: So little I achieved since my doomed birth. Of life, all that my soul has gained is dearth, But loathed blots to fill my ill record In His grand book of time. Amid the horde, I’d feel relieved to oar the fatal firth. But that you’d left me to my means and end, I would have long since bid this world adieu; But love for you enticed me to amend My course, and with fresh eyes start all anew. Such riches gain I, having you as friend; That I could give you more than such ado! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"But love for you enticed me to amend My course, and with fresh eyes start all anew. Such riches gain I, having you as friend; That I could give you more than such ado!" love these lines" M |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
Thanks for reading and for your feedback, Nakdthoughts. Have a wonderful day! Mark |
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