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Sad-eyed lady
1 min readMar 17, 2019
by John E Marks
Sunday 17th March 2019 5:19 pm
Mischief, music, lady, this thief of time
Misleads me into wasting mine
Thinking of some words that rhyme;
Wrapping rhymes around a life,
Like a country Maypole, tattered, bright,
Bringing light into the dark
Sitting here in the Regent’s park
Where one midsummer night long ago
I was part of a dreamy Shakespeare show:
Where Bottom, the fool, makes an ass of himself
And lands up sitting squarely on the shelf
While Puck, enchanting, mischievous spirit,
Uses his potion to spread love’s merit
And so, by stopping time’s wandering eye,
Shows us that love looks with the mind.
And, therefore, is winged Cupid blind!
