With a voice oak rich in timbre
Deep like the rumble of the seas
And tired by the weight of the years
He told me of his life
How he came from the hot lands
Inky in places with mahogany trees
Where the sky at night
Became so dark
The whole was illuminated by
The moon and stars
He told me of a simple life
Where hard work
And nature's bounty
Were all that was needed
To get by
Recipes handed down
Were used as remedies
To cure aches, pains
And life's maladies
Where family was all
And neighbours would call for aid
knowing kindness could be repaid
As and when
He spoke as if time itself was on his side
And when his eyes closed at last
It was time itself
I wanted to defy
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
With a voice oak rich in timbre
Deep like the rumble of the seas
And tired by the weight of the years
He told me of his life
How he came from the hot lands
Inky in places with mahogany trees
Where the sky at night
Became so dark
The whole was illuminated by
The moon and stars
He told me of a simple life
Where hard work
And nature's bounty
Were all that was needed
To get by
Recipes handed down
Were used as remedies
To cure aches, pains
And life's maladies
Where family was all
And neighbours would call for aid
knowing kindness could be repaid
As and when
He spoke as if time itself was on his side
And when his eyes closed at last
It was time itself
I wanted to defy
