Old Rhyme

I bought a 200 gig disk drive and last night was transferring as many of my old archives as I can to it. I have it in a USB box and I can carry it between work and home. I found this old thing written perhaps 30 years ago. When I was writing Fumets, I dug it out and I thought about using it as a preface. Thank goodness I don’t write this stuff anymore.

If worm or man should downward slip
beneath the leafy mould
and sough a song of hidden things
where longings wither cold,
then kindle thoughts of ancient times,
and epics long since told
when senses blazed with intense light,
and passions glittered gold.