L'EnvoiPublished by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3286 reads)
I guess this is the final score:
Alas! I now shall write no more,
Though sad's my mood;
Since I've been sixty years a bard,
I must admit it's rather hard
To quit for good.
For three-score years I've roped in rhyme,
Till weary of the worn-out chime
I've sought for new;
But I've decided in the end,
With thirty-thousand couplets penned,
The old must do.
So let this be the last of me;
No more my personality
I'll plant in verse;
Within a year I may be dead,
Then if my books are no more read,
I'm none the worse.
Far better scribes than I have gone
The way to bleak oblivion
With none to sigh;
Ah, well! My writing's been such fun,
And now my job of work is done,
Dear friends, who've let me have my run,
Good-bye, - good-bye!
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