The Stories are Alive
Every wrinkle
in the old man's face
tells a story
of a simpler time
Most people see
the raisin in the sun
as just a time now passed
a useless artifact.
The stories are alive
they live and breathe
the only thing that keeps
them from their
ultimate breath
is the hope
that some wide-eyed
grandchild
will listen with intent.
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