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The old man telling his tales
The children gathering to listen
To his heroic past
The things he braved
The people he saved
The lost ones, once loved
He retells the epic
Everyone has heard
But still they gather 'round
To sit by the fire
While with his voice
He paints
A picture for all to see
He coughs, but it bothers no one
The story still being spun
And when the story ends,
The children beg for more
The parents laugh,
And say
Maybe another day
But when they walk away
They look back at the old man
With pity in their eyes
Telling him they're sorry
He smiles and laughs
Gathering the remaining bunch
To tell another tale
But come again another day,
The children old and wise
He smiles at them, but they walk away
Ashamed of him
He sighs and looks
Toward the new generation
Happiness gleaming in their eyes
He smiles to them,
But cannot find the energy
To yet again
Spin the tale
Of what his life
Once was
One day they wake to find him gone
Gone finally to that world of his
And yet his memory lives
In all the minds
Of all the children
Who once sat around his chair
And one by one,
They step up
Take his place
But not the legend,
They tell his tale as his
Never letting his memory die
For all the good he did them
They will never pass it by
Now when they think of him
They smile at the thought
Of his warm smile and shining eyes,
Always making time for them
The children gathering to listen
To his heroic past
The things he braved
The people he saved
The lost ones, once loved
He retells the epic
Everyone has heard
But still they gather 'round
To sit by the fire
While with his voice
He paints
A picture for all to see
He coughs, but it bothers no one
The story still being spun
And when the story ends,
The children beg for more
The parents laugh,
And say
Maybe another day
But when they walk away
They look back at the old man
With pity in their eyes
Telling him they're sorry
He smiles and laughs
Gathering the remaining bunch
To tell another tale
But come again another day,
The children old and wise
He smiles at them, but they walk away
Ashamed of him
He sighs and looks
Toward the new generation
Happiness gleaming in their eyes
He smiles to them,
But cannot find the energy
To yet again
Spin the tale
Of what his life
Once was
One day they wake to find him gone
Gone finally to that world of his
And yet his memory lives
In all the minds
Of all the children
Who once sat around his chair
And one by one,
They step up
Take his place
But not the legend,
They tell his tale as his
Never letting his memory die
For all the good he did them
They will never pass it by
Now when they think of him
They smile at the thought
Of his warm smile and shining eyes,
Always making time for them
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Just kinda thought of it... I liked it, so here it is... Hope you enjoyed reading it!
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Aww i really like it