Forty-Eight
| Music: Kyrie from the Missa quarti toni. By Tomas Luis de Vittoria. Sequenced by John H. McCloskey, at Kunst der Fuge. Subscribe to this site on Substack |
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Forty-eight reserves the right to ramble, Open to what gifts may come her way, Remembering that every day's a gamble, That absolutely nothing's here to stay, Yearning for far more than she can say. Even love eternal cannot last. In time it passes on, like hours, like years, Granting grace in golden goblets cast, Hammered in a heat that blinds and sears, That breaks the heart with happiness and tears. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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