Great Uncle MountainA Poem by JC PireWell I am the woodman should I say With stress upon the man I sing like a crooner That'll hit the ground sooner than I really planned I've been in the dark too long that I've started going blind Strictly speaking I will go global With my head held noble to the bank I left behind Tried to live dreams, but lived my nightmares But I feel better for that Now I live in a suit That's tailored for accounting Life may be worth its salt But just pass the malt and direct me to the mountains All and sundry are at the embassy While I'm out on the steps While they put blood in the sport I'll be out in the court Picking what's been left Tried to live dreams, but lived my nightmares But I feel better for that Welcome me Great Uncle Mountain For I have made a mess Don't treat me arcane But just the same as in my old address Weep again and pull my rope But there's a string yet to be struck It calls the avatars from wide and far To shake you from your dust © 2010 JC Pire |
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Added on September 20, 2010 Last Updated on September 20, 2010 Author
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