Tales
We told our tales as we sat underMorning's sleepy skyWith all the colours of the sunriseShining in our eyes.
One, then another,with a story of yesterday's livesOr of a lover who had gone in aMoment of strife.
No thought of sleep ever dwells uponThe wise man's mindSome task or audience stealing everyMoment of his time.
Thus we have learned to liveWhile mortal men stand waiting to die.How can we do what must be done inJust one short life.
And if you ask, then you must know.If you still doubt, you should be told.It was not we that made it so.It was by those who went before.
And there you sit, tomorrow's childSo full of love, so full of lifeBut you must rise to meet the dayLest you become another tale(2x)
Another tale, another taleAnother tale....