Write it down
Recite it in verse
Bind it to your heart

All that is gold doesn't glitter
not all fools are quitters
a loser doesn't know from the start.
Those who wander are by no means lost
Lovers don't always depart.

New shoots won't allow the old to wither
Dying roots weren't blighted from the start
There's a gremlin whose crying
for the love that lays dying -
He now regrets playing his part.

From the ashes a fire will smoulder.
From the tears a river will dry.
Nature has a way of compensating -
reality will return to operating
and promises, await a new bye and bye.*

BB 8 November, '10

*slang term for "The Future" /