Bardic Arts

Self-Pity

Colin MacLear
(No date given)

Never performed

When words are fled, the bard
In deep despair resides
His inner self derides
For lack of ease with words
To patron he’s foresworn
No glorious song of praise
His consort to amaze
A subject fit for scorn
Where once his pen did flow
With wonder and with wit
Condemned, he is unfit
As soon the world may know
From inspiration fine
With longing, not by force
The song will find its course
Redemption will be mine

Written, but not performed; I imagine we all have times like these -- Colin MacLear

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