The Poet's Lament

Taliesin Wordweaver

I'm sorry, ma'am, I only speak
in Ballad meter now.
I used to know another way,
but can't remember how.

I didn't need a meter, just
my footsteps marked my time.
I sang and lisped my way through life
without a thought for rhyme.

So now I'm stranded out of sync
with normal speech, alone,
and feeling lost I wander round
in 'Verses all my own.

Perhaps one day I'll speak without
a poet's tense regard
for rhyme and rhythm's haunting beat,
and drown my inner bard.

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