The Storyman

by

Faye Hoffman

The storyman yelled out,
he had something for sale.
As he danced all around me,
he bagan telling his tale.

Of an unearthly potion,
a magical spell.
A promise of treasures,
a cure for what ails.

He beckoned me follow,
down a darkened trail.
I walked toward the sounds,
of distant ringing bells.

At the corner of the forest,
through a mist,I try to see.
I thought I heard him laughing,
now I'm sure it was at me.

Temptation made me follow,
without thinking I went on.
Looking for those pleasures,
in my life,that now were gone.

He was a storyteller.
His lies now,I had bought,
and the price I had to pay,
wasn't worth the pain I got.

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Why don't you look at Tax time
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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