THE BOOK HE NEVER WROTE

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Jun 28, 2017
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Robert Service, who I place above all poets and who like myself regard the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as one of the greatest thought provoking books, himself wrote a poem called 'My Book,' a book that he never did get around to writing.

THE BOOK HE NEVER WROTE


Day after day he sat there in the park beneath the trees
I never saw him get there nor ever saw him leave
He sat there like a statue an object made of stone
Sometimes I’d look and there he was, but when I’d look again he’d gone

He never seem to differ though I saw him everyday
An old man worn and beaten who in a strange mysterious way
Seemed to stir a distant memory a mist like question came to mind
And I tried to give it substance give it form in space and time

But somehow it eluded me, was it something from my past
Why did his presence haunt me and hold me in its grasp
His eyes they never wandered from the window of my room
Like some ghostly apparition, had it risen from some tomb?

And then today while at my writing desk just staring into space
I spied him the shadows that man without a face
Then a voice welled up inside me, Oh God another has awoke
And he pleaded, will you write it, the book I never wrote

Poor soul oh how I weep with you, you child of old Khayyam
But this world is far to busy and I doubt they’d understand
They’ve never smelt the fragrance from the gardens far below
Nor wandered on the hilltops where the sweetest blossoms blow

Nor do they keep our custom and turn their wine glass down
To pour a small libation to those beneath the ground
Their future lies in darkness their past is darker still
And though I think it useless, of course I’ll do your will

We’ll write the book you never wrote and trim it’s edge with gold
We’ll fill it with your tenderness your wisdom brave and bold
Each page will scintillate with wit and clutch the readers throat
I pray that they will learn from it, the book you never wrote

Every line will ring with truth, with hope and joy on every page
A cheer, a clarion call to youth, a hymn, a comforter to age
All there that you were meant to be your part divine from the God in me
The God who dies that we might see our promised gift of eternity

So now at last my dear friend, come sit, and you can write the end
The end to darkness, thirst and pain, for you’ll never fear nor weep again
Exultantly--- from shame and wrong your glory rises in our song
And this we’ll not forget to do, we’ll bind your book in brilliant blue................S-word.
 
M

MorningFlower

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A very nice story poem! Greatly written! :)