Poem in December
Yeats passed a glancing muse
who'd seen him in better days
got not even a crooked smile
to send him on his way
Then he knew his days were over
no better rhymes he’d find than these
to propel his saga forward
into a realm of dreams
He hoped his gods stayed constant
while mortals aged and died
that muses would inspire us
pleasing ears and eyes
Did he say they’ve left us
were they ever here?
even though they've been and gone
still Yeats’ words would cheer
May some lyric from his past
delight in future time
may they not erase his words
while skipping over mine
Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
2024
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