9. Old Fort Road:
There is a ghost lingering at the bottom of Old Fort Road
A highwayman, a traveler, a rogue
My pen is broken, my hand is frozen
When asked what he is I answered is human not enough?
Family told stories change with time
His generosity and charity differ
His gratitude and appreciation differ
His found freedom written with thought and with feeling
His love of the love but not of its evil
He wrote unto the unknown:
I can heal for those who may
I can steal for other who may not
I stand motionless as per the need
Eluding those blinded by greed
I am never enough, I am erosion and intrusion
I was cut in life to return as illusion
Come the night when the giant awakes to our world felled
apart by change of futures uncertain in age
Closed unto slumber is the post office door when brings
the howling night winds to mourn
Gone now the fear of being afraid and alone
Standing before the ghost of Old Fort Road
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