For The Rhyme That Lives
For what do we suffer
The hardships of mortals
Minds that wander where none dare go
To see a Child’s eyes for what that glow
For tears that freeze upon
Memories now that are gone
Souls that wander free yet not
By unknown power long time sought
For It must stand
With past the present
Done with care of new years dead
For what that It’s poems stand unread