Epitaph Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

There but a few words in this revelry,
That can wring the heart of its joyful tears,
And the saddest song that a man can sing,
Is the song of a man with no more years.
The song of a man who wandered the world,
And who stood with the earth beneath his feet,
Who loved and who sang with his dreams outpoured,
Of a hopeless desire and sound defeat.
Yet the burning of fire within his soul,
Can melt the mechanical walls of stone,
And hopeless is naught when strength can uphold,
The force of his rage and his love atoned.
But alas for the saddest song I sing,
For the life I loved is the song of me.