A MELODY

  by Dick Bakken

I don’t desire your dawn
Of bright’ning sky and dew.
In giving up my youth,
Love, I don’t desire you.

I don’t desire your spring
Or growing rainy hours.
I’m long past the day
Pining for your flowers.

Go, dance where you may please
Love, save your pretty view
For those yet with their youth
And tears. They desire you.