Quatrains

 

A Few Weeks
In the forth month on the 20 and ninth day
Mis amigos and I will frolic and play
In the fields where the birds sing
All will be happy and joy will ring

 

A Few Years
Out of mi casa and into the world
With no one I know
To a place I’ll be alone and learn
That’s where I will go

 

A Few Decades
‘Round and ‘round I go
Where I stop nobody knows
People will hear the sweet song of a bird
That is when I shall be heard

 

A Few Centuries
Darkness falls upon the earth
No one hears the sweet bird sing
Since she is gone
No joy will ring

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