The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - When will the mind mature?
When will the mind mature?
by
M A Heathcote
When will the mind mature?
When will the perched bird sing?
A song said true and pure,
In all its rhythm and rhyme
Come nightingale of the lord,
Lend me your artful chord!
When aged will I write a bard
Of passions remembered,
Or shall a senile pool darken
That ancient envelope of word, word on word_
When will the mind mature?
A song said true and pure