Write a poem in which the last word in each line ends with the following rhymes in the order given:
dead, sun, run, mead, lead, done, fun, weed, never, frost, shrills, eve, lost, hills
Just as for Housman, so for me – long dead
Those ‘happy highways’ shining in the sun,
But though my joints no longer let me run
I still delight in struggling through the mead
Content to follow now where others lead.
Why rue times dead and gone? My day’s not done,
Old dogs can learn new tricks and still have fun.
Though some may choose to wither like a weed
And wallow in nostalgia, I’ll never
Let what’s past my present pleasures frost,
My ears are deaf to memory’s echoing shrills
That seek to drown this moment’s music, ever
Casting shadows over joys long lost.
Best let them go, those ‘blue remembered hills’!
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