The Stars spoke of an old man
The stars tell a storyA story of long ago
One almost an epic
of a prisoner growing old
The stars told me
of his doubts and fears
of his blind love and mistakes
that lead to his imprisonment
yet he got up on his old feet
and shook off his old age
walked out into the sunshine
and breathed fresh air again
He returned to the pack
given a warm welcome
he decided to get comfortable
and settle in
he came with one intention
to help and to teach
so that none may become old
the same way he did
he now circles the sleeping ones
making sure they are safe
even though he might overdo,
all that matters is his good inention
and now the sun rises
and the stars go hide
their story told and remembered
as history is begun to be written once more
with this new dawn
Poetry by .Simon
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Written on 2010-11-14 at 23:26
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