Rox_My_Sox1
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A poem:
(Note = This poem is based on another poem written by Mr. J. R. Tolkien, whose novels I grew up and shared many an adventure with)
When evening in the United States was grey
Their footsteps on the road were heard
Before the dawn they went away
On journey long without a word
From eastern coast to western shore
from northern forest to southern hill
through darkened ally and broken door
In faceless steel cities they walked at will
With memories of wife, father, mother, and child
With hopes faded but not forgotten
With blistered feet yet constant smile
They tread the streets most would call rotten
A unyielding will, a compassionate hand
A back that bent beneath its load
An experienced voice, a desire to stand
A weary pilgrim on the road
Lords of experience throned they sat
Knowing of pain yet quick to laugh
Old men and women in battered hats
Who worked tirelessly in their crafts
They stood upon the bridge alone
and greed and vanity both defied
Their hopes were crushed upon the stone
When the world stopped caring, humanity truly died
(Note = This poem is based on another poem written by Mr. J. R. Tolkien, whose novels I grew up and shared many an adventure with)
When evening in the United States was grey
Their footsteps on the road were heard
Before the dawn they went away
On journey long without a word
From eastern coast to western shore
from northern forest to southern hill
through darkened ally and broken door
In faceless steel cities they walked at will
With memories of wife, father, mother, and child
With hopes faded but not forgotten
With blistered feet yet constant smile
They tread the streets most would call rotten
A unyielding will, a compassionate hand
A back that bent beneath its load
An experienced voice, a desire to stand
A weary pilgrim on the road
Lords of experience throned they sat
Knowing of pain yet quick to laugh
Old men and women in battered hats
Who worked tirelessly in their crafts
They stood upon the bridge alone
and greed and vanity both defied
Their hopes were crushed upon the stone
When the world stopped caring, humanity truly died
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