Library:An Ode to Lord British

This poem by Tibs is part of the anthology.

An Ode to Lord British
by Tibs :''Life runs like the tumbling dice We wager with each throw: Searching through the fire and ice Without the means to know. In answer to our questing dream Inspiring ardor's goal and stream Forever evolving each and other Falter not, my elder brother: Without the courage to carry on There is no quest, nor hope of dawn. Faded in a shadowed veil The old man has his tales to tell: The journey of humanity Is very much the same to me. Beyond the grave, and out of date In my heart I still relate. Time beyond and now time still Knowing how we really feel Life and breath in every heart Timeless, ageless, works of art In this life are those who care: Between them bonds a common share. Are hearts so odd at soulful root When moved to mourn the bitter fruit? When winging wild in twilit skies Or singing songs and lullabies Or kindling up the freedom flame What difference find, save flesh and name? If naught is common in the bond That poets share, in soul beyond The reach of weak mortality, Then where is Man's nobility? ''