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Chaps
It was warm but with an indifferent hue,
Perhaps more biege than brown,
The reply, let's say, was somewhat overdue,
But the merit in voice was cerebral found.
A learning that cannot hope to hold a man to his stead,
In the collection of there be a wanton need for collapse.
Upon a key found sanskrit in some lost land ahead,
Where the walk and talk furrows brows and sighs chaps.
But I do adhere to a kindred if dare I say, soul,
Who finds too there be a winding path to the mount,
And knowledge be a struggle not just a fount,
To which we are to possible yet another fold.
In my hope to contact again this feature,
I hope to remain the student and not the teacher.
(c)R.H.Elliott 2004
This is very humorous yet touching with a bit of longing at the same time for better futures.
It is also very rhythmic & reads like an "old English" style piece because of the word choices - wanton, "where the walk", etc.
Wonderful write. Truly enjoyable.
Amy
Gentle is the night♥