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Oh, yes I’ve seen
Those fields of green,
And I have kissed down Lovers’ Lane.
And to my cost
I’ve loved and lost;
On oceans tossed I’ve bled in pain.
My heart’s been wrenched,
My spirit quenched,
As I have striven a soul to win.
But to what end
Did I offend,
What cause had I to sin?
And now at last
All chance has passed;
No future can I see.
For time is up,
Life’s bitter cup
Has passed from you to me.
Roland's Ragbag 
This choked me up
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A quick sortie into your native New Forest bush will put that right, Derrick.
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🙂
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This is such a moving piece Roland, yet there’s something beyond the word choice that makes me feel at peace, resigned and accepting of the human condition. I think it’s the rhythm and therefore by default the rhyme scheme. Whatever, a superb poem which I’m still enjoying after the 4th read-through.
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I’m very grateful for your positive comments, Nigel, on what is, I agree, a downbeat subject with, hopefully, some redeeming positivity.
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Roland, such emotion flowing from your words.
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Thanks for responding, Jerry.
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Roland, I don’t know how a poem can be so deeply sad mixed with positivity and yet
feel so soothing. Is it the calm and harmonious rhythm. I hope you are o.k. and
this wonderful poem is a reflection on life.
Bless
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. Yes, I am well, and basically optimistic. It’s just perhaps that I get a little too introspective at times.
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Introspective is good. I do this frequently too so have to believe in it. 😊
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… especially perhaps for we would-be poets.
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