Stranded
Stand ye by the shores of ornate youth
Stand ye by the stranded seas of memory
Suffer well the azure blues of sky
For all timelessness will too soon pass ye by.
Some ornate youth became a gilded man
Singing hollow songs and empty ran
Along some lost and lonely islnad's beach
Where once he sought for paradises rich.
He found at once his life's most ornate shell
Spiralling towards some distant knell,
All effort ended in a tuneless song
For all his life he found he had been wrong.
Allan J. Dixon