age and solitude

In a tower far away

Lives a pure heart to this day

His hair is white And his eyes are brite

He lives high about all alone

He lives by himself in his home

Every chance he gets he takes

To look below down at the waves

They Crash and Plumet at his base

But thers no fear upon his face

Every now and then he'll cry

But he doesnt ever really know why

The dolphins splash and play afar

While he stares woundering who they are

Crippled and old, He'll never know

The taste of rain, sleet, or snow

This humbled soul, locked and bound

Hardley talks or makes a sound

He has no friends that he can see

Except for silence, a rose, and me 

The End

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