Poetry.
I am no person, though I
speak. I am a voice sometimes
short or small,
and othertimes epic -
few pages tall.
"For many centuries
people have thought me
to be a Work of Art,
whilst others
just say I am Nonsense.
But really,
I am an aged messenger,
with the occasional secret
between my wrinkles
and meaning
under my skin.
"Yet, sadly,
as much as was said,
old age has caught up,
and I (being that old!)
have forgotten
what I really meant to tell you."
4 comments:
On a roll, aren't you?
Haha, sure am.
great poem. i like the end. =D
Thanks, Jezer!
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