Tragic Rabbit Posted May 9, 2010 Report Share Posted May 9, 2010 FOR AWESOMEDUDE.COM In Neverland, where men grow small While memories grow great and tall; The old ones gather by the fires And chew the bones of dead desires White hairs turn in faerie glow To colors that they used to know; While tired limbs rustle, remembering Night winds whip trees, dismembering One voice starts, stops ? another begins Until Tales have painted all with grins They sparkle eyes and brighten smiles: Grouped close there on the Never Isles Happy, huddled, hands outstretched Hearing Tales sweet and farfetched; They do not see, choose not to know How fleeting is this night's fire glow It is enough that they again have seen And frolicked merry on the green; That shadows lurk and all things end Takes nothing from each Tale's pretend In Neverland, the Awesome Truth Is that we none truly lose our youth; It might be misplaced, be hard to find-- May our tender Tales serve to remind Link to comment
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