Ancient Man
One by one the children come
To hear the song of the Ancient Man
His time draws so near the end.
In the day that was his life,
The midnight hour clings so near
All can taste its bitter sting.
As the darkness creeps around his soul
The Earth sheds a tear.
One of her last great children
Is coming home again.
Copyright © Christi Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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