"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Gathered
Gathered
They gathered all of them
Famous and not so alike
They had something in common
The elders and the little tike
Their differences not so much
On this day
They were not famous or peasants
Had alot in common, some would say
Their common bond this day
Was really quite simple
Coming together each one
Some to talk and some to lull
But in the end, they shared
Each in their own way
The famous, and not, mother and son, the lot
They supped together that day
Maybe not all alike
But, not so different too
Just human beings in this world
Much like me and you.
© Dana Price
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one of your most powerful works, Dana!
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