History Repeats Itself Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

What happened once, a dreadful sight,
A heavy heart, a dimmed light.
The tears flowed free, a sorrow deep,
A promise made, secrets to keep.

But time moves on, the wound may mend,
The story told, again, again.
This time, though, something's turned around,
A foolish joke, upon the ground.

The echoes ring, the players try,
To mimic pain, but only lie.
The laughter's loud, the meaning lost,
A hollow shell, whatever the cost.

So history's dance, a somber tune,
First shadows fall, beneath the moon,
Then bright and bold, a silly play,
The same mistakes, in a different way.

T.M.Solvang