The old man he is an archive
holding records of past history.
They are kept alive and survive
in his memory. There to share
with you and me, from his
wondrous library.
In the depositary of his mind these
treasures are abound. And in the
flames of death. When an old man
dies; a library burns down.
In the waning embers. The cost, if
not passed on. These records of
wisdom are then forever lost ;
when he is gone...
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... in the flames of death. When an old man dies.... ................................................... Thad, Is wonderful...Also is necessary, in time to read this unique library - only from heart....... And then he will be immortal... All the best, Tsira
Very sensitive writing. Seniors are founts of knowledge and experience. Destroy the Deathbringer! I am a senior too!
This is amazing to me. I love love love the line 'When an old man dies; a library burns.' You are very talented, my friend. (smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i find a Thad there different thudding like an inspired wave on the philosophical shore lines...wise and truthful words Thad...i loved them...10