Listening To The Stories
By PoeticKnight
All the parlor poets, pens in hand, Write tales about the man With hourglass eyes. Who, in whispering shades of gray, Watched the magic fade away And never wondered why. And if you listen to his story, Try to feel the ageing glory, Remember, you’re only painting shadows on the wall. ‘Cause history is repeating Some men defeated, some defeating But here we’re still just trying not to fall. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 02:16 PM PST 0 • 10
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