Old Words
You stole from me like a paramour steals a lover
My soul and mind and gift of words uncovered
To think how life could be if simplest pleasures found
My heart's good will my fingertips shall hound
Useless tools of sloth! Forever envy all works past
The immortality of most all thought and spoken now could never last
Forever trapped within this idle brain, the fire now diminished
A young heart wounded for talent lost and never finished
A prayer leaks my lips to find its place among
The merciless deaf ears of timeless songs unsung
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