No Silver Plate
If you know the suffrage and pain
Then you know there’s something to gain
For no one could suffer for naught
Hear now my schooling of thought
If the love could have been easy
Then it’s a bore, not too busy
Yet, if the love’s sort of trouble
Just think of the wealth it could bubble!
Things are not handed on some silver plate
Instead of the early, they’d rather be late
Such is the love of my talent
Mostly so quick and so gallant
Even when trying to slumber
My fingers are ever so lumber
My soul then arises to wake
And here I am for goodness sake
What can I tell you but do so to follow
That one inspiration you hardly can swallow
When you meet it head on, Bye-Bye!
To all of your worry and pride
This content is protected. No reproduction allowed without my written consent.