WORD MANS DEATH

Here's to Henry W. Longfellow, in the styling and wording of the time.

A rhyme of me she ask that I read
A poem to her I said only if she plead
But in my mouth the words all ran dry
No sound would come out however I try
So from the wings a kid did step out
And in a strong voice rise up to shout
A verse have I to read if you will but let
And he stepped up to stage as I did set
Clear were his words as from heart they pour
And with each I felt the closing of a door
All was said and done she did turn on me
Her tears told a truth even I could see
His words had turned life's moments askew
Her love upon him she pledges it forever true
I gave my love a word to make her mine
But another's was the nectar of sweet wine
My words have grown old before my eyes
To verse, poem and rhyme my mouth dies
                       Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuatinon to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Indra Neil]

this is great! excellently composed poem befitting to that time!
'Nature' is among my favorite poems penned by HW Longfellow.

[Bear]

Thank you, I wish I were more adept at old English, it can be much more expressive it few words than today's jargon.

[Indra Neil]

u r welcome! truly said regarding today's jargon!!

[garrijd]

Nice rhythm and rhyme. Keep up the work.

[Bear]

Thank you for taking the time to review my work.