Monday, February 20, 2012

Blue Cat Tales - HOUSE ON A HILL



HOUSE ON A HILL



   If I were an old man

I would write old poems with an old hand.

I would write old songs
that would sing of the wrongs
that only an old man
could understand.

   I’d live in a house on a hill
and write out a last will
and testament that would leave
everything to  anyone who might grieve
for and sing, and understand
 
    the songs of an old man.

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