Followers
By butch
The old men have gathered again, They wish to discuss our fate, We try to live our separate lives, But, our trails will surely mate, They call themselves the wise men, Though that has never been proven, Our destiny's have become entangled, As sure as the cloth is woven, The elders divine our mutual course, This we have allowed, We fashion our meager connection, On what they have avowed, They write upon their paper, And, give us rules to abide, They lead us towards a ending, From which we cannot hide, We follow them without question, Their words we always keep, We look to them for guidance, No better than fielded sheep, We are the followers, Our lot has never changed, We follow those who lead us, Our lives are prearranged............ Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 01:30 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The old men have gathered again,..."