Not long ago, I held them all spellbound
My voice was sonorous and hypnotic
To problems with rhyme and meter, I found
Simple solutions that seemed heroic
The king and queen found delight in my songs
Fair lasses with bright smiles followed me home
My name was whispered with awe by the throngs
My reputation spread as far as Rome
Of late, a handsome stranger has appeared
His tales exciting, his voice young and strong
No longer are my trusted skills revered
In my accustomed place, I don't belong
Like grey hairs in my beard, woes multiply
My music fades, and I am left to die
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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