A bandage worn on the left eye
A flock on birds travel back the sky
The weather comes but never nigh
Unto such a place unknown
He would leave if he were able
Past the stone grave and table
From this land grey and sable
But he fears that he may forget
For none now left do remember
The calm and cool of September
Those memories are scare an ember
Within even his own mind
The sun now there grows ever dim
It’s royal colors stretched and slim
Though none remain who remember him
He will himself recall
His home before the fall
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
A bandage worn on the left eye
A flock on birds travel back the sky
The weather comes but never nigh
Unto such a place unknown
He would leave if he were able
Past the stone grave and table
From this land grey and sable
But he fears that he may forget
For none now left do remember
The calm and cool of September
Those memories are scare an ember
Within even his own mind
The sun now there grows ever dim
It’s royal colors stretched and slim
Though none remain who remember him
He will himself recall
His home before the fall
