Cares
By Victor James Daley
Having certain cares to drown,
To the sea I took them down:
And I threw them in the wave,
That engulfed them like a grave.
Swiftly then I plied the oar
With a light heart to the shore.
But behind me came my foes:
Like a nine-days corpse each rose,
And (a ghastly sight to see!)
Clutched the boat and grined at me!
With a heavy heart, alack,
To the land I bore them back.
Not in Water or in Wine
Can I drown these cares of mine.
But some day, for good and sure,
I shall bury them secure,
Where the soil is rich and brown,
With a stone to keep them down,
And to let their end be known,
Have my name carved on the stone;
So that passers-by may say,
Here lie cares that had their day,
And sometimes by moonlight wan,
I may sit that stone upon.
With a spectres solemn phlegm,
In my shroud, and laugh at them;
Or, who knows, when all is said?
Maybe weep because theyre dead.