PIPE PIPER

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Feb 16, 2018 

Follow me I am the pipe piper piping the dreams of youth
In for a penny in for a pound
My melody is tough my chorus well rough myself is soft
and is all ready to go north
I piped for the rich and poor I piped till I can’t pipe no more
And sometimes I do fall on the floor
Listen to my lovely tune la Dee la a head full of cotton balls
No sir that ant no walls
And if by chance you miss the chorus wait it will rebound 
Right there before us
In the calm of the night dancing upon the wind dead fireflies
coming back to life
Yes come follow me for I am the Pipe Piper piping dreams 
From North to South not East to West
The East wind I fear the West wind is near the song is fair
And so I pipe here there and everywhere
By
Kenvil Atkins

 

Tags: Love, Rhyme, Inspirational, Metaphor, Riddle,

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