Carry On Regardless!
by cricketjeff on February 25, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
And I can say the Moon won’t rise again.
When I can see no prospect of delight,
And metered words no longer fill my pen.
When Summer’s gone and cricket put away
To some strange Spring beyond infinity,
Then I shall deem the time has come to say
“Goodnight sweet World this is the last of me.”
Until such time, unless you turn aside
I can’t conceive of wishing I could die
For life alone brings pleasure undenied
When beauty such as yours assaults my eye
Though many days are miserable and grey
Each morning I lay out the field of play!