Never To Roam

The lonely die twice, and the friendless alone; The wanderer finds him too far from home, The jilted stay, under grey clouds all day- So promise now, never to roam. The abject are forgotten, the forgotten forsworn To live all their life without love, to adorn; The lovelorn must swoon, underneath a full moon- So promise now, never to roam. The mourners discomfort, the dead unreprieved; For these and much more, we must soon grieve, Straight is too narrow, for life's fickle fellows- So promise now, never to roam.