When I have found the day's delight is done,
And brought the labor's duty to its end,
When a limit reached is a battle won,
And from only this, now tomorrow lends
It's purpose,
though in haste we seek its end,
From past days we search to find our meaning,
This folly followed fast by wiser men,
On yesterday the future ever leaning;
Completed we turn back to see the chore,
To lessons learned our future now confined,
Our failures turn a lock on every door,
And then with lonely fear must they combine;
From tomorrow then, should tomorrow take
And from the future, future purpose make
Beauty scarce to find, we keep on searching
As we muddle through the day and curse the night
Forgotten hopes and dreams forever lurking
Beyond the distant reaches of our sight
In times of old from town to town they travelled
Appearing unexpected for a day
Our simple world joyfully unravelled
From tightly wound decorum of decay
Today the world abounds with soft diversion
Distractions from our work-a-day regret
Still we search to find an easing of our burden
Complexity confounds our seeking, yet
The troubadour still walks the craggy earth
His beauty lives – in song, in tale, in verse
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