Wouldst thou love me were I a peasant,
Owning little but what hangs upon my back.
I thinkest thou would not find this so pleasant,
Discarding me for all of this world that I lack.
Wouldst thou speaketh to me were I a leper,
Or ignore me whilst turning a blind eye.
I thinkest thou would prefer me fettered,
In shackles where none could see me cry.
Wouldst thou hold me if I were a poor wretch dying,
Alone and filthy on thy city thoroughfare.
I thinkest thou would leaveth me bloody and lying,
‘Til the ravens come to taketh their share.
Is compassion so hard for thee to perceive, casting feeling aside with nary a care.
Giveth from the heart and thou shalt conceive, a life full of blessing worthy to share.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You amaze me! Really, this is so lovely and due to the old english it has a holy feeling to me. Very, very good!
Thank you very much Carol, I love old English though I find it to be an ongoing project to try to learn its correct use. I really am glad that you liked it. 🙂
Essentially, would you care for me simply because I am another human being? Each of us, no matter where we walk or how we talk, deserve courtesy.
We certainly do, it really is what’s on the inside that matters although that sound quite cliche’.
Love the back in the day flow to this one. 🙂
Thank you very much, I love using old English. 🙂