DID IT MATTER?
By Roland E. Willaims
The pages numbered only four
But contained all that was done and could not undo
You said there was nothing bad I had done to you
Yet it was now all out the door
And once again I forgave you
My heart could not let go of all those years we had
Some were good and many were not even that bad
And once again you were untrue
My heart was now past being sad
There was but one thing left to do
All was now really out the door!….
(I finalized UNRAVELED just a few minutes ago)
Unraveled
I said to the singer
Singer, sing me my song
He said he cannot sing that which has been unwritten
Because your song has been erased and undone
As if it was never to be sung
I said to the barman
Barman, pour me my drink
He said how can he pour me that which has never been brewed
And the brewery was burned to the ground
And the only recipe with it
I said to the cook
Chef, prepare me my meal
He said it is something he can no longer serve me
For the ingredients are now all extinct
And left not a trace of DNA
I then asked the historian
Tell me, what is my story?
He turned and asked me, and who may you be?
Only those who made their mark
Are in the books of history
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