Of All Sad Words

Perhaps one day in paradise
We'll pass a bottle to compromise.

"And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away!"
But if from us this promise is taken,
Instead we'll drink red bullion.

When asked about what might have been,
I may one day reply "Not any mighty sin!
Nor (though I am ashamed by it),
a mighty love for songs and quips.

It did not end in long held grudge,
but it was not like Maud and Judge.
It was a fluke, an almost mistake.
But don't think it the work of a rake!

He was kind then, but still just a child-
Lacked some poise, not demeanor mild.
Perhaps he is kind now. Personally,
I do not know. of mine, he isn't ally.

But, my good friend Maud, I do miss
that in another life I'm his.

The timing was wrong, our lives not ripe!
Well, is not this the best I've writ-
I think I'll copyright and sell
To a tortured artist looking for hell!

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