I am not a fluent man
My tongue, quite unsilvered
Carries few feelings from me
(Though I flatter myself
That some small talent I have
In verses strict metered or free)
Thus when I hear another
Speak of a future so cold and bleak
Of visions foreboding and a future so ugly,
I can only look to the past
And find hope in the world around me
And to those who always speak ill, I can say but 'I disagree.'
I am not a fluent man
My tongue, quite unsilvered
Carries few feelings from me
(Though I flatter myself
That some small talent I have
In verses strict metered or free)
Thus when I hear another
Speak of a future so cold and bleak
Of visions foreboding and a future so ugly,
I can only look to the past
And find hope in the world around me
And to those who always speak ill, I can say but 'I disagree.'