Where have all the sweet Juliet’s gone?
All the princess' to rescue, the maids to save.
A woman’s gift use to be more defined.
As was the troubadour part I had to play.
Not that I was ever much of an actor.
Wasn’t much of a factor on the main stage?
If I could go back to the days of Arthur
When chivalry was alive joust with evil princes
Slay fire breathing dragons and to ride
Atop an unpronounceable white steed
Through the marshes the meadows and the dales.
Listen to minstrels sing my story accompanied by a lyre.
Guinevere wouldn't run from this mans passion
Excalibur would be pulled from the stone.
I live in the techno age the dark ones are well past gone.
What is good for only some is not meant to last
I still have my pen which lets me sit and fret
opine at all the many things come to past
And write this lament for a sweet Juliet.
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