The Grand Finale
Atop a mountain there was a man
Who sat politely with folded hands
Awaiting the day his love would come
But day after day no vis'tors; none,
But a lone bird who carried a note,
And on the paper its message wrote:
"I know that you have waited so patient
And for that I am truly sorry
To have to end a love so ancient
But someone else now calls me darling.
I could not think of another way
That would end it the way that I see fit
So I wrote this message just to say
I'm sorry it had to end this way."
So the man climbed down from his high peak
And of what he thought he would not speak
He had chose to be the bigger man
He had chose to turn the other cheek
While his love was held too high for reach
For her love he would not beseech
His descent into the grand finale
Would bestow upon him heartbreak valley
Copyright © Jacob Fite | Year Posted 2015
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