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by Denny Lancaster
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O friends, whose happy verse we trace,
for whom time has not forgotten thy face,
perhaps this is my time to send around,
a verse which too may quicken the pace.
When in elder days a body can not mend,
your joyful tokens reveal a faithful friend.
So to your verse and mails I will cling,
lest friendship lure me to an untimely end.
Tyrants may rule, but verse redeems earth
wherein the sounds bring joy and birth,
not only of continuance but also delight
even some dull days of mortal care are worth.
How be it your soul will gladly to me give,
all that I am to be like you, should I live,
if we could not taste bitterness of hell,
and pour friendship's water in a endless sieve.
Now we know was folly not to be more kind,
or from our Creator call you always to mind,
and to have learned wisdom in your eye,
so not be like a mortal man, who is blind.
Yet you reminded us of that hallowed space,
and with poetry and prose we still vividly trace;
But there are those in some foreign land
who sigh and remembers still his native place.
Now to close with neither grief nor any pain,
my soul gropes not, nor does darkness remain,
for in your creations we find that perfect place,
when the lamp failing, shows the quest not in vain.
Footnote: Dear Lord please give me the power to change those things I can change, realize those which I can not change and the wisdom to know the difference. And thank you for
those who accept me as a friend, with all of my frailties and short comings.
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