A Lamps Tale

February 21, 2009
By Annie McNeil BRONZE, Golden, Colorado
Annie McNeil BRONZE, Golden, Colorado
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I watch them
As they come to play
And smoke and drink away their tears

I see it all
Here where I sit
I am the one no one hears

The bar tender
Talks jovially
Speaking of the days of old

The business man
Is in a stupor
His love lost for want of gold

Day by day
Year by year
The place, it doesn't change that much

I am the lamp
Upon the wall
I never talk but I see much

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