written by: Joyce Butler
I could write and tell you tales
of mighty kings reflections
across the stolen sands.
I could tell you they were brave,
won many battles.
But still you would not care
or even try to understand.
I could tell you how they died true deaths.
now living long into eternity.
I could tell you all these things,
you would not care.
For they are gone.
And what fool now believes in paper glories?
There is no time left
in this busy, busy world for
old, forgotten stories.
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