Solace

There was a rose that faded young

I saw its shattered beauty hung

Upon a broken stem

I heard them say, "What need to care

With roses budding everywhere?"

I did not answer them



There was a bird, brought down to die

They said, "A hundred fill the sky

What reason to be sad?"

There was a girl, whose lover fled

I did not wait, the while they said

"There's many another lad."