Evan and the Twilight Time

His body weary and his soul so weak
Solitude is the thing he will seek
To reflect upon a life so long
Perhaps to record it in a song
Like tales of heroes of the past
He hopes someone will take the task
Penning the tale for those to read
Of a simple man born of simple seed
So sitting alone in his special place
A calming look upon his face
Evan ponders and thinks for awhile
Feeling asleep wearing a little smile

.........................to be continued

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