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I forgot to write a poem!

Whatever shall I do?

Give up and now forgo ’em?

Stop writing? Reading, too?

I’m feeling so embarrassed

But now the hour is late

So I will merely write this

And ‘morrow sleep by eight

Hand in hand

Hold my hand and walk with me
Along the leaf-strewn path
Tell me all you have to tell
I’ll listen, rapt, to you
Teach me ev’ry corner of
Your ever-spinning mind
So I can with patience walk
And understand your tales
Walk with me through darkest night
Where moon and stars don’t shine
Let me take your heart in hand
And soothe its anxious beat
Though I am but human, I
Will love you best I can
Walk now with me; hold my hand
Life we’ll together face

Destiny’s mercy

I lost a bet with destiny
When I went down that road
There, destiny did punish me
For charging forth, unbowed

It said, ‘Dear child, you’ve trodden far,
But now you ought turn back;
Ere you your life lastingly mar,
Along this curséd track.’

At first I did resist, and plead
For destiny’s mercy
But soon I saw it knew my need
And hoped the best for me.