This has not been written as something of being noteworthy, but for the joy of trying to write as of old. There will of course be some who do not like this style so rich in the beauty of words. Many of the young people who contribute their works to this site do so that they might express their true feeling, and what better way than through poetry. However, there are many doors to be opened so that one might discover new and exiting ways to express our feelings.
Tis not right that I take offence,
When the child took only that
In recompense for proffering
His hand in all innocence to
An old dame. For in her aged state
She did with some trial, carry her
Heavy load of riverside reed to
Repair that which in the night’s
Storm, did with such fury render
Her thatched roof somewhat in
Disarray.
Perish the though that I would
Do so again, for the lad in his
Innocence saw fit to obey his
Father’s council, to offer needy
Help to those who are less able
To cope with life’s heavy burdens.
Foolish youth that I am, for I was
Envious of the reward of one mite*
The lad received for his kindness.
(And it would be true to say that she
Gave but what little she had).
Tis true that ones offering would not go
Unrewarded, but with satisfaction
(Born not of pride) an extra mile
We should go, and receive only that
Which in heaven is of much more worth.
* One mite = four mites to one penny.
Thank you Ed, Slipped there did I not?
Cant seem to find your little ditty among any of the old bards works but I will keep looking.
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