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ABSTRACT POEMS I am getting old.
No need to ask why. No need to cry.
My stories of life must be told.
For my son, my daughter my wife,
for everyone.
Stories.
I have been told.
My life did not fit the mold.
I have been bold.
On some nights, I have been cold.
When, I believed some was right,
Yes, I would fight, until it was in my sight.
Then, it, I would take hold.
My stories.
That curl around from the sky to the ground.
These tales, without fail, must unfurl,
and go on.
Stories that are NEVER written.
Stories that are NEVER spoken.
Stories of fun.
Stories of pain.
That is why the chain must NEVER be broken.
Stories.
Me, I am getting blind.
But, I can find the night.
It is a nice sight.
A night, a bed where I can have
a sleep of peaceful eternity.
Stories.
The next generation comes the dawn.
My child the day is young.
Today, it is going to be very mild.
Today, it will not be wild.
There is plenty of time to play. Yes, it is ok.
Stories.
Not am I young anymore.
On the great ladder of life, I am almost to heaven and
the top rung.
The things I loved then, are now a chore.
But is not, and will never be, a bore.
Stories.
Now, my tails have been told.
They are out there, and they can go everywhere.
I can lay there, in my bed, resting my bed.
A time of peaceful, eternal, sleep.
Will be watching for your explanation of this one. Great read. Now there is a story behind it I know.
Blessings,
Lesa