My Song

I travelled the world, far and long

through towns and plains singing my song

I never knew where I could rest

to write down thoughts of my digress

the battle fought was a war too long

words that were written to end my song

passions kiss in a loves embrace

satin cloth trimmed with lace

peace was shattered by a broken sound

of running water flowing on the ground

a river close had burst its bank

fish lie dying and a boat had sank

the small craft had gone but urgency calls

save the fish was my very first thought 

if I hadn’t done so then my life was worth nought

carrying it down the river to Perrotts Brook

then lowered it in, slipping forward from my grasp 

I placed it down then released its rasp

it fell and floated in a side kind of sway

then waking gradually it swam away

my song ended as it had once began

on and on every single day

to tell of life, its many twists that get in the way

no doubt it will end quite quickly one of these days