Bard

You sweetly sing of heroes,
Hold your listeners' souls
Cupped in your small hands,
Their spirits raised
Or hearts sighing,
Honey-tongued bard that you are.

Sometimes, your audience of one,
I listen raptly
To wonders we both visited,
But only your eyes saw.
Oh, bard, if you must sing of me,
Celebrate, not battles fought
Or victories won.
Tell but one thing:
I was your friend.

Judy (Wishes)

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