{"text":"Did I live the spring I’d sought?It’s true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.And never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumber at my feet.Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song,like morning birds they pass along,o’er crests of trees, to none belong;o’er crests of trees of drying dew,their larking flight, my hands, eschewThus I’ll say it once and true…From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["dance","living","payne","poesie","poetry","rhymes","rhyming-verse","roman","rooftop","soliloquy","song","spring","springtime","time","verse"],"id":283322,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"}