The old man signed off
For the last time
He laid down and took his last sip
Of the air he had filled with life
A sorcerer of the nighttime winds
Wizard of the invisible voices
His life was long and his mind acute
Until the end of good repute
His silent key rests now on my desk
That shining, powerful talisman of air
Waiting for another magician to tap it
To once more make _._. __._ heard from afar
The old man rests
But his key talks on
—
Poem originally published at darkpoetry.com
C 2007 Matthew Steven
Matthew Steven is a lifelong technology enthusiast. He has been in the business of creating ecommerce web applications, solving problems on UNIX platforms, and hosting servers since the earliest days of the internet. He is active in community service, plays classical guitar, and has a number of furry children.
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