Lover

He was born

In white hills

Never drank a drop too much

Only smoked a pipe once or twice


Never ate too much

Never had too many things

Just the clothes on his back

The shoes on his feet


The songs of

Ages long since gone

Were always on his lips

Instead of buried in his throat 


He Kept his ear to the ground

His eyes to the sky

And his heart to Heaven 

Like all humanity should

-EKS

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