Green Eyed ManA Poem by Amant CacheI watch you sitting there Little man, pen in hand With your jade eyes to the world You tell anyone walking by Tales of old ones Long winded green eyed man Fur trimmed coat, pen in hand
You write your stories Ink smudge on your finger tips The wind blows cold And you don't notice That the time passes slow Tick and tock and days go by And still you write with pen in hand
The leaves have turned, red and gold Shivering branches and rosy cheeks A green eyed man with pen in hand Writes the world a song Of days gone by, hope and new beginnings Like looking through a looking glass He writes us into our story, tongue in cheek and pen in hand. © 2008 Amant CacheFeatured Review
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Added on October 26, 2008AuthorAmant CacheColorado Springs, COAboutI am a romantic realist. I have an addiction to that which is intangible. I long for more than what I have. I pretend to be a poet. I drink wine when I am lonely and I cry when I am angry. I find insp.. more..Writing
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