THE MESSENGER OF AUTHORITY
The shuffles for the sky
Coat froged with must
Walking stick happing in drops open the earth
His bead trails in streams
His breath a damp sigh over fields that bend to hear his stones
Each drop is a memory to the community
An old tale repeated
Falling again and so we do not forget
He mumbles softly most times
He laughs hoarsely,a down poor against the roof
He leaves behind puddles mirrors for children
Reminders for grown men before drifting on
An ancient traveler,
Carring the weight of the sky
The great man of wisdom
May your smiles never fade
May your laughs never cease
The great messenger of our time
I wish i was there to witness your existence
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