endemion

Papers and pen would have no meaning

Pages of books would remain untouched

Rooms were haven of deafening silence

A hollow cave of empty dusty chairs

What would life be without learning?

No words to utter or feelings to be shared

Clay remains clay in a creative world

Crippled dancers of a famous ballet show

A magic wand in a fairy tale story

Exist in a pure humble soul

Changing the monotonous world

A hero in his own simple way

Good deed remain in memories

Loving words will always linger

Lessons in life will be treasured

What they are now

is what he made them

Tess 06/30/95