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By tj holland Date: 2002 Nov 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.22.18.57.1910]] |
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An old man looking through a window He has been there for many years He has been silent He has gone unnoticed There is a secret in his pocket A crumpled slip of paper, words in ink Eyes have read the message But minds have forgotten the meaning In the yard the children play Old trees have dropped their brittle leaves Piles of paper for children to jump through Make a softer landing for the weak And still the old man sits Tears fall unnoticed to his lap He knows, were he to speak and tell the secret, The children would have nowhere left to play |