The Midnight Bard
"And why do you play?"
called the Apparition to the Bard.
He merely smiled,
strummed,
and carried on his way.
The notes of his simple tune
lolled behind the night;
Playing and frollicking amidst
the crickets
and
the cars.
(written on a napkin in a little, twenty-four hour diner not twenty minutes ago, after watching a man wander down the street playing a guitar as he went)
"And why do you play?"
called the Apparition to the Bard.
He merely smiled,
strummed,
and carried on his way.
The notes of his simple tune
lolled behind the night;
Playing and frollicking amidst
the crickets
and
the cars.
(written on a napkin in a little, twenty-four hour diner not twenty minutes ago, after watching a man wander down the street playing a guitar as he went)
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mrsmead:
That's a nice, well worded sentiment. It made me smile.
ally:
they do have many secrets, or maybe they just make us think they do and they really don't?