While legend and tales fold Men grew old and frail Season come and times forgotten Was a keeper who held each story
Pain and happiness linger A memory held dearly Of rainbows, flowers, and snow Was a keeper who held each day's account
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On the man's desk the keeper lie Ink, a book, and a feather for writing each tale A story for days when our memory no longer remember The patches of forgotten stories becomes our ally
In the poet house are keepers Keepers of forgotten stories A uniter of the past and present That our history would be something to remember