I walked a lonely mile To seek love, unattained, When I was but a child— Alas, no love remained.
I walked a lonely mile, Escape those uninspired Caught up to the rank and file And gave in when I tired.
I walked a lonely mile, A distance I thought long, But once I turned a’quile Discovered I was wrong.
And being all the while, In limit of my range, I walked that lonely mile Yet nothing ever changed.
Quile is an archaic term for coil. Using poetic license a’quile means to turn around or look back. I love using old English words in my poetry. They give me a greater sense of variety. Remember, boys and girls, poets have been the forefront of modern English.