A Tale Was Told To Me This Day
One Which Merits Heed
Along My Dilapidated
Pathway
It Rides Me Like A Steed.
It Seems That This Enchanted Prince
Found A Capsule
Bold And True
Which When Opened Played Melodious
Tunes
Like A Potent Witches Brew.
He Sold These Melodies
Abroad
It Brought Him Fame And Pelf
At First He Purchased
Every Fraud
But Still Could
Not Prize Himself.
Thus,
Then He Keened With
Great Despair-
A Ship Without A Port
Was He-
And Though He Died A Wealthy Man-
Take Care-
For Too Late
He ‘Came Aware-
Though Heaven He
Could Buy-
He Could Not Buy Its Key.
Bryan Taplits