Town Crier
There is someone who walks around
This town at night, making a loud sound
Always, always hanging the head
And tears dripping down, down, down
"You'd think," said an old man,
"This one might say something
About this place," but this was not forthcoming
Only "Where? and Why? and How?"! would ring
A child piped up and sweetly exclaimed,
"What mean these words you say?"
This one replied, "Well, you will know.
You'll ask the same, someday."
In another town, on a shore faraway
Another of a similar age
Cries out the same, inside
He knows what she knows, these two
A love crossing oceans and vast skies and time
© 2007