#NaPoWriMo Day 20 : His Old Voice
Voices of him
Rise from void, echoes,
Echoing through the hallway
Rambling about his youth he mostly favored,
Here las, look, look at my silver hair,
Though white, he said it came with a golden heart.
Now living his days by a calender,
a stereotype, Au contraire, 'tis so.
A dawn of a new era has begun for us though his soon to be ending
In a year or so, when he had aged enough for any great man,
he will walk into the wind,
He will see white clothed winged men.
This time, he said, he shall walk to them,
and
be a part of them.
Rise from void, echoes,
Echoing through the hallway
"Las, sleep facing east so that you would be ready to greet the sun when it returned because when young you worry about what others think of you, when you mature you will care less what they think, once you are old, such as myself, you will discover that they have not been thinking of you, at all, by that time, you will seize to exist to witness the sun set" he said with his old voice.
Rambling about his youth he mostly favored,
Here las, look, look at my silver hair,
Though white, he said it came with a golden heart.
Now living his days by a calender,
a stereotype, Au contraire, 'tis so.
A dawn of a new era has begun for us though his soon to be ending
In a year or so, when he had aged enough for any great man,
he will walk into the wind,
He will see white clothed winged men.
This time, he said, he shall walk to them,
and
be a part of them.
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