Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
When dignity's been stolen and life
Frozen and up-ended,
And the friends you long relied upon
Are gone and can't be found,
You hear an ancient heartbeat on the
Turning of the wind,
Repack the soul's commodities and
Set out down the road again.
When trust runs thin as onion skin and
Confidence is brittle and fading,
And all the world grows cold and strange,
Your cluttered mind needs rearranging.
When every hope and conceit's been
Dashed to pieces one by one,
Spurn the glowing glyph you've traced and
Set out down the road, my son.
I like this. It flows nice :)
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This sounds to me like something Cat Stevens might have sang in his time of glory. An advice of a father to son. I especially fancy the 'spurn the glowing glyph you've traced'- it sounds mysterious and wise and really makes me want to do just that in fact.
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