A Picture Poem
Lost in the Labyrinth
Restful it is to sit by running water.
Once long ago in your forgotten youth
When all the world was filled with childish laughter
And you had yet to eat the Devil’s broth—
In those lost days you used to sit by streams
Of shining crystal while the mystic sun
Made all the world a magic land of dreams.
Where’s it all gone now that your race is run?
The world you see now is the same you knew
Long ago. Only your sad eyes have changed.
The glamour’s gone and all the golden dew
Has fled the eerie fields. You are deranged.
Sick soul, lost in your labyrinth of lies,
It’s only on your deathbed you’ll be wise.