Tales

We told our tales as we sat under

Morning's sleepy sky

With all the colours of

The sunrise shining in our eyes

One, then another

With a story of yesterday's life

Or of a lover who had

Gone in a moment of strife

No thought of sleep ever dwells

Upon the wise man's mind

Some task or audience

Stealing every moment of his time

Thus we have learned to live

While mortal men

Stand waiting to die

How can we do what must be done

In just one short life

And if you ask

Then you must know

If you still doubt

You should be told

It was not we

That made it so

It was by those

Who went before

And there you sit

Tomorrow's child

So full of love

So full of life

But you must rise

To meet the day

Lest you become another tale

Another tale ...