A Folk Hero

I am just trying to leave something behind.

I tell stories and stories that remember our kind.

My future is certain.

My past is a curtain.

The ghosts, they follow my signs.

They’re certain the people will forget my mind.

They know that the person is showing us ways.

They know how society fill up the days.

There is more to be said than the work and the sorrow.

Humanity searches for answers.

And none are the stuff made by poets.

Our unity will make or break this long voyage.

So read all the poems or stories and books.

I will send you good memories of people.

The kinds that aren’t often on hooks.

The kinds that were found in the “steeple”.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.