Sometimes a poem is like a painting
Of a moment and sometimes it is simply
A river of words
And it flows.
From our boats
In which we float we fish
A word about a word and wonder
What is a book about a book
A song about a song
If not a parable.
We teach about teachers
We study the students
We praise with our songs the bards
We learn to listen
From good listeners.
We hope for hope
And wish that the living stay alive
That some will give to the givers
That justice is fair
And at the end of the day
We roll the wheel and wait.

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