No one hears

Though they are mine

I have no wisdom

Though they know me

They are deaf


                In their mind

I am a man apart

I am all that is left

I am the helix of their birth and death and being

                Knowing one, I know all

I am a voice

I seek nothing I seek peace

I hear all and I reflect

I see words and I grieve

I sense pain and I weep

I feel their tears and I despair


Though they are mine

I do not bring peace

I am an empty meeting place

I am an abandoned pulpit

I am an echo of reason


I have no home

I am a sailor with no ship

I am a teacher with no seminary

I am a reader with no library

I am an old and naked man

I am a dreamer of dreams


Though they are mine

They hear no wisdom


◄ Words

I,  Ffynnon Drewi of Mynydd Bach ►


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