The Troubadour

Singing my way through Life's Long Pages, I
Without a care where Chance may guide my path,
Wander through Paradises so close by
The beaten track that others let them pass
Unnoticed in the busy rush of day.

What care I if the Skies are Grey?
What care I if the Skies are Blue?
It is all the same if your Heart is Gay
And your Lay has a lilt in it long day through.

Strumming my way through all Life's dreary days,
Living my Life with all the verve I know —
That is my creed to lead me through the maze
Of this World's warm hand-clasps and slogging blows.

And when my Page of Life is written quite,
And I have left the stage from my Last Bow,
Content I'll face the long Eternal Night
Of Nothingness if I can surely know
The Melody I left was always Sweet.

—J.A.C.