Losing Sight
As my eyesight dims
nature's colors fade in shaded whims
books treasured, now unread,
may not forge the future ahead.
I would give the words away
but I know too well today
how few of them would find a place
where the messages could flow safe;
Walden, Leaves of Grass, the Caged Bird, Beloved... and others
now considered prohibited, forbidden, anathema, waifs to be rediscovered
in the minds and eyes of spewed rhetoric burned,
seeking out of ignorance of lessons learned;
but history is written and swirls
not always in books or in archives of the world,
wise men speak and hold sacred
truths that will always be heard.
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