Pride of Place
Pride of Place
On high his picture takes centre stage
He speaks to the room how his eyes do engage
Tall and proud and weathered with age
How I wish it were a book so I could turn the page
To know what lay beyond that moment in time
Of that man so intriguing and still in his prime
If he just could but out of that picture climb
He could tell me his story and oh how sublime
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