Guess the context. Reach for the tale. (originally begun 12/21/16)
The gift I could not give,
The life I could not live;
For fairest upon fairest day,
A silent gift wandering astray,
The words I could not say...
Brightest moonlit ray,
Unreaching inner fray,
Hopes and dreams slip away;
For a future of unmolded clay...
Cannot stay.
And neither could I.
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