Na/GloPoWriMo #8: The Jester's Crown
by Michael Doyle

This poem is for all who gathered
That might have been better tarred and feathered
For all of those unfazed by the many storms
That make up all of life's norms

In the beginning, I knew there'd be an end
But in the in-between, I swore to be a friend
Someone of the somebodies on whom all could depend
And to never have to payback the given of the lend

Spending my time so complete and happily
There in the dankness of the vagabond's company
But, happier still to be with my family
All helped to pass the time more than amply

Some might have thought mine a silent life
Because I toasted the good cheer so rife
Rather than spend my moments far too few
On complaints that would never mend or do

This Heaven is pouring it out cold and hard
But, I have one more dance to play this card
As I invite all to join in a simple man's hoe-down
Where none are too serious to wear the jester's crown

(c) April 8, 2021  Michael Doyle
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