A Lament for Weary Travellers

*It was a hot day*


I left out a mug of ale

For the weary traveller

So the weary traveller

Could sup on the ale

And quench his thirst.

But, what if the weary traveller

Suddenly expired

After drinking the ale –

From drinking the ale?

Well, what has that to do with me?

And if it happened again,

Again and again,

Always the same;

Just my little game

Of pandering to the needs

Of a weary traveller,

The weary travellers

That travelled my way

Again and again

One last time.


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