Beseeching Old Man
Can you not hear my word?
Albeit…
If what I say fails to hold your interest
They are still of importance
These words are a lifetime defined
My joys and lamentations
They are a brush stroke shadowing
What I was…and am now
They are the songs of my children
The silence of standing graveside
Softly fading with times passing
Always of my voice whispering
Perhaps these words are nonsensical
And you uninterested in them
They are my life both past and present
My gift and legacy…
Yet still living
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