Maxioms by John Byrom
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
I tell the tale as it was told to me.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
My hair is grey, but not with years.
