poetry
But Why?
I was a good man once,
When youth may have ordained differently.
A disturbed young life
Should have dealt a selfish heart,
But no!
Now my furnishings are fair
And music is the sound that fills my ears,
Yet a vile disposition
Contaminates my heart.
But why?
When youth may have ordained differently.
A disturbed young life
Should have dealt a selfish heart,
But no!
Now my furnishings are fair
And music is the sound that fills my ears,
Yet a vile disposition
Contaminates my heart.
But why?