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the magic that you bring..
Running through a maze
it amazes me the grace
it takes to run and hide in place
of living a life you would have led
in the first place..
so tired and weary and aching are you
for me to say it's all over now..
you can get some rest when you're dead and gone..
children come to the grave..
when the trees sway in the breeze..
and there's so many of us here
just waiting for our chance
to appear..in the gloaming after hours..
just before the setting of the Sun..
like trying to argue a belabored chore..
after the war's over..
and we can all go home..
when we put on our gloves..
and our faces turn to masks..
we hold our hands together in a circle
and you, you're the one they've spoke of..
I should know, what makes you so special..
The crime is the same as the criminal..
Of a life that could have been, yet
was interrupted by ignorance and envy..
After I wrote all this, I haven't really
said anything..
Would I deny the magic that you bring?
Certainly not my child, I give thanks..
It was all my pleasure, indeed..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 3, 2014
0041 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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it amazes me the grace
it takes to run and hide in place
of living a life you would have led
in the first place..
so tired and weary and aching are you
for me to say it's all over now..
you can get some rest when you're dead and gone..
children come to the grave..
when the trees sway in the breeze..
and there's so many of us here
just waiting for our chance
to appear..in the gloaming after hours..
just before the setting of the Sun..
like trying to argue a belabored chore..
after the war's over..
and we can all go home..
when we put on our gloves..
and our faces turn to masks..
we hold our hands together in a circle
and you, you're the one they've spoke of..
I should know, what makes you so special..
The crime is the same as the criminal..
Of a life that could have been, yet
was interrupted by ignorance and envy..
After I wrote all this, I haven't really
said anything..
Would I deny the magic that you bring?
Certainly not my child, I give thanks..
It was all my pleasure, indeed..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 3, 2014
0041 hours
copy right reserved 2014
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the magic that you bring..
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