Wise Man
Wise Man
Just as the leaves begin to fall
He gazes knowingly down at his crystal ball
Just as he suspected after this summer long
He’d be alone for awhile so to collect his thoughts
He’s not damaged or timid
Nor wicked at all
He’s just known since he was very young
That silence is better than fighting the cause
Of what happened to what now is gone
So now he bawls as he stands tall
Like the trees around him
As their leaves fall
Copyright © Sean Wolff | Year Posted 2018
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