You come to believe
Thru serene control,
Had then so achieved
A mind now set bold,
Held made concede
Put memory on hold,
Save too little known
Of significance told,
When recall has flown
To a mindless absent,
Tho spirit may mourn
Fickle fate will consent,
With memory conform
To consequence bent,
Of forgetfulness shorn!
written in Italia, May 3, 2018
© Jean-Jacques Fournier