Jun
8
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
