The People
I watch the people walking by
And have to wonder, wonder why
They smile
Or frown
Or both
And see them walking tall and straight
Or heads bowed down, eyes filled with hate
Or sadness
Or happiness
Or both
And watch them cry, and laugh, and shout
And wonder how they came about
Or here
Or there
Or both
Something more
A flickering light
Grows deep in the night
Quiet and still
Bending it's will
To the spreading flames
Not one to play games
So just try not to handle
The strength of a candle
The Book
It's hands grip me and pull me in
To the wonderful words and stories it spins
It flies by my head, zooming past
I wish the story wouldn't end so fast
Yet there it goes, and now it's done
That cunning story of silly and fun
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