I.
A strange circumstance,
That such important matters
Are forever dark!
II.
Starting a journey
On a steed that never strides
Yet always moves on.
III.
The poor trusting soul
Lets serpents in the child’s room
To keep rats away.
IV.
Two grandfathers gone!
What unknown ingredients
They might have supplied.
V.
Crude bright foolish things,
The first tiny crumbs that lead
To beauty’s full feast.
VI.
Does this loneliness
Indicate a special fate
Or only sadness?
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