Author John Clare Time robs us of our joys we sigh & look behind in vain We feel with trouble only bye Alone in care & pain As droops the flower to fade away When summers legacy Its honey prime is stole away By many a plundering bee Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments