The Pied Pipers Calling
In less than a year,
or seventy hence
I will wander the road which you now take.
Now the path is wild and overgrown---and I cannot pass, but in time, for me, the pied
piper will be piping,
as for you, he is piping now.
Beckoning with fall colors
and singing of children lost.
Copyright © Rebekah Thomas | Year Posted 2005
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