A chap widely admired
Is caught in a quagmire.
He is sinking to its depth
Yet no one has wept.
I am in search of a place
Where all my troubles cease.
So I can live in peace
And die, when I please.
(A chap widely...)
Gone are the golden days
When I couched upon sandy bays.
And pondered over the wonderful ways
Of my carefree life - one devoid of affrays.
(A chap widely...)
My spirits used to soar
To lofty heights; Upon my notes I did pour
Vivid versions of the joyful lore
Of getting entry through heaven's door.
(A chap widely...)
All that is past; Happiness lost.
The jaws of misery are closing fast.
My ship has lost its lofty mast.
It is a ship no more; How long will my doldrums last?
(A chap widely...)
Won't someone care for this vagabond?
After all, people used to be so fond.
Should one more fish die in this human pond?
I cry for help; Please someone respond.
(A chap widely...)
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