Matthew Brackley Poet I do not know?

There Was This Time

There was this time........... 
In a far away land 
Where things become magical 
I opened my eyes............ 
To see what was pressed into my hand 

My fingers opened 
The sun on my face, 
was nothing like the glow 
in my hand below 
So bright! 

I couldn't hear the words 
that I spoke 
The light itself......... 
Touched my coat 
The distant birds........ 
Singing paused 
What I held in my hand....... 
Could stop all wars 

I looked around........... 
He was gone 
The birds 
The sound 
I couldn't hear the words 

What I held............. 
The magic spelled 
What was given to me............... 
was given away, 
by someone today 

What I found in my hand, 
shining like a firefly 
It's wings fanned 
Cannot be kept, in this land 

I walked on ,in this far away land 
I spied this old man in a tattered coat 
I couldn't hear the words that I spoke 

He looked up at me............. 
Clutching his ripped coat......... 
Something caught in my throat 
I pressed in to his hand, 
what was given away 
He started to cry 
He needed it more than I 

When given away, 
what is in the hand, 
glows bright 
Reveals it's self, 
in a kindly light 

Kindness................... 
Given away .....you see 
It was then I recognized the old man......... 
The person who gave, 
in that magical land........... 
That person............. 
Was me............ 

What I have learned......... 
Kindness.......... 
Given away............. 
Always returned 

I could hear the words, 
that I spoke........ 
They caught in my throat 
My coat, tattered 
It never mattered

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