The lonely bard sits
in the shade of a tree
strumming his lute
for you and me
he has been rhyming for quite some time
born with a gift
he plays, and plays
his fingers so swift
Alas, no one will pass
but he keeps on playing
he will stay here forever
even when his body starts decaying
He has become a legend
but what is left to see
a finely carven lute
resting next to a tree
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
The lonely bard sits
in the shade of a tree
strumming his lute
for you and me
he has been rhyming for quite some time
born with a gift
he plays, and plays
his fingers so swift
Alas, no one will pass
but he keeps on playing
he will stay here forever
even when his body starts decaying
He has become a legend
but what is left to see
a finely carven lute
resting next to a tree