Beloved Lie Not



Beloved, lie not

Beloved, lie not, you must to heaven report,

By the foot you go, with empty hands in tow,

The palaces, your camels, and grand escort,

Your fields of barley wine, all behind will show.

Sow good, and you shall harvest best indeed,

Sow ill, and behold only ill will come to pass.

Boyhood was lost in sport, youth slept with speed,

Old age now weeps as tears in fullest mass.

All dear ones embarked on journeys, the vast,

These running days in solitude you spend,

These old photographic memories that last,

Like breezes in your fancy, they do bend.

Yet even they shall die too, as clouds in rain,

It seems all held was but just a dream in vain.

© Affaq 





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