The Broken Banjo

Voiceless lies the broken banjo,

    Breathes its tuneful soul no more,

Gone are all the days it sang of,

    Gone are all the boys who swore,

When the banjo loudly thrummed on,

    Roused them from their night's repose,

That the wretch who thus annoyed them

    Should be numberd 'mong their foes

Oh, thou past-recalling banjo!

    Would I might see, even now,

Other night-disturbing banjos,

    Past recalling, e'en as thou.

Warren Fenno Gregory

Index to poems in the collection by Warren Feno Gregory