Who are we but strolling players,
Wand'ring through the long ago.
Joys and sadness, hopes and longings,
Keep us traveling onward though
The laughter and applause of others,
Who veiw the passing cavalcade,
Leave echoes hovering some far summer,
Floating 'round a woodland glade.
'Twas but a tale for your amusement,
Like my small unworthy rhyme.
Gone, alas, into those realms,
The land of once apon a time.
~Poem from Marlfox, by Brian Jacques~