Memorandum (poem)

By Luke Labern

When times are scented with that air
Where all is right, and strong,
'Tis a difficult task to care
To dwell on pain for long.

As time drags away ecstasy
And the great returns dull,
'Tis challenging for us to see
Our past, to which we mull.

Hours spent in sullen, troubling thought,
But where can I exchange
This time? Or was it all for nought?
I wouldn't find that strange.

I say this with a weary tone:
Life is short, but to my crown I cling.
Though I sit upon a lofty throne,
I know I am no king.