Category : Poems

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The Fool


A pitter a patter, 
Tap to a rap. 
Rhythm of all that matters. 
The song played as he sat. 

Brittle heart that rattled, 
As pieces fell away, it clattered. 
Forgotten, despair be battled. 
As hope becomes a steed saddled. 

A dripping drop of forgetful fuel. 
Though his memory stays, like a stubborn mule. 
Taking his place upon this heartaches stool. 
He remembers the dance, where he played the fool. 

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