Taking Stock

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Gurns
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Taking Stock

Postby Gurns » Sat Oct 25, 2003 5:05 pm

I was a bard, I thought,
I tried.
To learn my craft, I struggled,
Strived.
And at one time, I thought,
I had,
Some skill, some art, and was
A bard.

To sing my songs, it was,
A joy.
To help companions, joyous,
Too.
Perhaps a story, jest,
Or jape.
Keep spirits high, and group-mates
True.

But now, but now, where is
My skill?
‘Tis gone, not gone, but damaged,
Frayed.
My mind is fogged, my fingers
Weak.
And what remains….Just what remains?

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