Ask Not For Whom  


		
			To whom can I sing my love songs
   			Now that my youth is past?
   			Why do I sing so desperately
   			Those songs which did not last?

   			Who stays to hear my love songs
   			Since ruthless Time has found me
   			Stepping carefully 'midst the years
   			Now grown like weeds around me?
	
   			Where is The Wind that once did blow
  			Boisterous with Desire?
   			The Hot Pursuit? The Soaring Heat?
   			The Quenching of The Fire?

   			Where is The Brook that once did flow
   			Past my feet as I, content,
   			Pushed my paper boat midstream
   			And cared not where it went? 

     			Ah, 'tis gone beyond recall.
     			Upon Life's Stream 'tis journeying.
     			Bobbing downstream to the Misty Years,
     			And The Brook keeps murmuring  -  
     			      			   murmuring.
	

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			Copyright: Arthur Leggett  2002





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