Monday, 25 June 2012

The Cold Preacher

The cold preacher speaks his silence to the grave
He no longer understands the ways of the world
And worse, he knows it.
The lost youth wonder at their sadness
As they lust after things they don’t need.
The elderly stick to their guns
No matter the rhyme or the reason.
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