Death of a Fool

 Death Of A Fool

 

Come fall gently you fool on the hill

give up your thoughts of life,

now it’s the time for this ‘his very own words’

he said it himself, just write.

Come put down your pen, melancholic scribe

to roam across pastures new,

make sure your caravan keeps to your tribes

within tides, of wisdom so true.

Come fall gently you fool on the hill

onto a sword disguised as it’s laid,

this is only the death of a carriage of words

not the poet who’s created their stage.

 

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© 16/7/08 – Onwards Individual Authors of the Poetry.

All rights reserved by Nick Hawkins

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