I’ve a fear of losing heart
For heart’s all I have to give
One fine day, when I depart
I’ll fade through a fine sieve
On the mesh that holds all I
Left of value to this life
Some smiles and words of the wise
Mayhaps some respite from the strife
So why should I, for someone else
Give all that makes me sing
Building up another’s wealth
While I, still on the wing
Could live and love and laugh aloud
Grateful for every little thing
Not a one deserves to be proud
Except servants and benevolent kings
December Rose 