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Wakefield Old Man
All my children
gather round me
I’ve a story
so seldom told
in a time of
much confusion
when the earth was very old
In a kingdom
were two towers
one was silver
and one was gold
the gold it held
warmth and laughter
the silver darkness cold
In the silver
lived an old man
wrinkled and
about to die
and he walked
with steps of sadness
never knowing why
In the evening
he’d often wander
and gaze upon
the setting sun
in it’s shadow
the golden tower
and the sun were one
And in the nighttime
the golden tower
filled his dreams
with wealth untold
behind it’s walls
he wished to enter
to have the treasures it must hold
Time passed slowly
he grew older
until his white beard
swept the ground
and in his eyes
were filled with envy
for the treasures
which might be found
Then one night
in desperation
he knew the time
had finally come
the golden tower
beckoned strongly
with feeble steps
he tried to run
bolts of lightning
crashing thunder
the wind with wrath
yet untold
pushed him onward
towards the tower
the tower made of gold
With expectation
he stood before it
and in pain
began to cry
in a moment
with sudden grandeur
the doors flew open wide
There within
the golden tower
he saw his treasure
he was beguiled
for the truth held
was so simple
before him stood a child
Přidal: Ondra dne 05. 07. 2009 v 22:38.
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