A poem dedicated to my bestie and sad, bonnie lass, Rose.


My Sad, Bonnie Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter—
why are you all sad and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, lass, for God loves His own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you for your asset!
But as I am two-score and ten

years old indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need;
but your pain won't be for ever,
as I'll not let you hurt or bleed.




Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-20 at 12:59

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