A PROMISE TO MY WIFE
But for you my bonnie lass
I would have quit, and this would have passed
In the greyest of light before the dawn
A line in the sand has near been drawn
From a pile of ash must the Phoenix yet rise
Else be cast aside without sweet reprise
I would have quit, and this would have passed
In the greyest of light before the dawn
A line in the sand has near been drawn
From a pile of ash must the Phoenix yet rise
Else be cast aside without sweet reprise
If not for you, the quiet would reign
Life’s canvas left empty of color’s pale stain
And so continue I will, without much lament
Hours of toil not yet eagerly spent
For in my life, the voice of one critic matters
It is for you my wife, that my silence thus shatters
Forgive me this pause, for now I must rest
Tomorrow I shall work, but not at my best
And thus out of this retirement born
Words that were lost on pages once torn
This much I promise before the night
These words I have written will once more see light
- Jack Butler
1 comments:
Behold what would have been lost had Jack left us behind. Mrs. Butler, you have my undying gratitude. In you, Jack's good fortune is even greater than he realizes.
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